you at the cookout with a high volume of people & cars constantly moving in & out of the thoroughfare.
you in the heavily populated area with a breeze. y’all both got something cool & spirited in ya hand to turn up @ your discretion in between playful banter that seems particularly isolated cause without sayin…y’all both feel like y’all look the part of a power couple amongst friends & strangers. the song that jus ended was a great segue because it made more folks wanna be jus as socially active in the spot.
then the cue drops; ”lawng az my bitches love me…my bitches love me…my bitches luh me…”
now if y’all were standing…she threw her arms up & backed the hemi on you while seamlessly maintaining the contents of your drink.
if you’re sitting…especially on a stoop or porch staircase…she starts to work ya middle like the local stripper she fantasizes she is in that setting. a spectacle of her confident sexuality & the knowing presentation/impression effected on spectators who are reluctant to be the first to couple up & show their own summer festive liberation.
she’s goin in. you’re indulging her cause you know the fever pitch will be real. ya homies that jus notice you covertly/overtly give you props. unknowns either eyeball or slight grin ya confidence with hopes of soon emulating.
thas the moment y’all opened the whole interactive wave up.