Save the Last Dance Page #2

Listen...

I got a gig downtown tonight.

What do you say that...

You haven't heard me play

for a while, what do you say...

Do you want to come with me

and hang out, and maybe eat afterwards?

It's a school night, Roy.

Oh, yes. It's a school night, yes.

I forgot. Well then, I'll just go.

And you can eat or not eat.

And I'll be back when I'm back.

Steps is gonna be

off the hinges Friday night.

I'm-a bust a new move, break in the

new Jordans and bring a little honey.

Why, your hand busy?

If it wasn't for that kind of undue

attitude, you could be the lucky one.

- I could see us right now.

- Yeah, in your dreams.

- Help me, dog! Defend me!

- I got my own problems, Snook.

What problems?

Man, you've got no damn problems.

You're going to college,

then Doctor college. You're the man.

He's tripping off his acceptance

letter from Georgetown.

No, I'm waiting for my letter.

I've been waiting.

Could've been a doctor, too, if it

wasn't for that time I got left back.

"That time?"

What, 5th and 6th grade don't count?

Why do you always try to make me

feel bad? I liked the 5th grade.

Miss Barnett had this ass,

it was so big...

This is my brother Derek.

- My bad, you've already met.

- Yes, we're acquainted.

- Hi.

- Hi.

You're not gonna introduce me? Did you

forget my name and your manners?

- You don't need to know him.

- You do need to know me.

Everybody needs to know me.

They call me Snook-G from the C.G.

And don't you forget it.

He's called Snookie

because Fool was taken.

They call me Snook

the coochie crook.

God, I don't feel like

going to school today.

Let's see that upper body.

Both legs, that's nice.

The upper body!

I can't, I know!

I don't have an upper body.

You need to work your upper body.

Go do some chin-ups.

Statia, you're next. Cathy, spot her.

Good, Chenille, point your toes.

All right, Sara. You're up.

I hate this class.

Look at my hands. I hate her.

She made me climb to the very...

- Well, not the very top.

- Obviously.

Damn!

Excuse me!

Wait, hold on, hold on.

Sara?

How do you get your leg

to twist like that?

Yeah, what's up with all that

double-jointed cheerleader sh*t?

Nothing's up with it.

I just used to dance. Ballet, mostly.

So you should hit Steps with us

tomorrow night.

It's a club, you know,

mostly hip hop.

It's sort of members only,

you know what I'm saying?

Oh... I don't know.

- You should go.

- Yeah, Snook spins sometimes.

- He might be able to get you in.

- Who?

Snook, she needs to get hooked up

with Steps. Give him a 20.

- For what?

- I.D.

She thought she was getting in

off your looks! No, no!

No. Your girl's weak.

I got my rep to watch. I can't be

getting any ass-shaking Bandstand in.

You talk a lot of sh*t for someone

who never says anything.

You gonna pay the man or what?

- I don't even know where it is.

- I'll give you my address.

We'll go together.

And I will have your I.D.

- Steps ain't no square dance.

- I'll dance in circles - around you.

- All right.

- Good show, man.

Don't you have something to do?

Money to spend?

Let's roll, girl.

Hey, girl. Come in.

- So you found the place okay?

- It was fine.

I'm just gonna get my coat

and then we'll be out.

Cool outfit.

Slammin'. Slammin' outfit.

Momma Dean? I'm leaving.

I look okay, right?

Yeah... Yeah, you look all right.

Momma Dean, Sara.

- Sara, Mom, aka Momma Dean.

- Hi, sweetheart.

And handsome here is Christopher.

Now don't get him

all riled up, Chenille.

I'm gonna get me some sleep tonight.

- Glad to have met you.

- Bye.

I'll be home at 1:00 at the latest.

Is that... Is he yours?

He sure ain't Momma Dean's.

- Here is your I.D.

- Thank you.

Chenille! She's ugly! She's fat!

She's 21. Come on, let's roll,

I ain't got all night.

Wait, I have to ask you a question.

Do I really look okay?

Lakisha! Let me use your car.

I just want to sit in it

for a minute, all right?

- Come on.

- What? I thought...

Let's go, let's go.

You need to take off

that 5th-grade-dance-looking top.

It's from Gap.

It's country

and you look country in it.

You're gonna put these on, too.

What the hell

am I gonna do with this?

Oh, come here. Come here.

- Thanks, girl.

- No problem.

Let's bounce.

- You got a pocket for this cash?

- Yes.

Let's get to our table before it gets

crashed and I have to hurt somebody.

- What are you, some kind of VIP?

- Snook hooks me up when he spins.

- Hey, you got it, you got it!

- Got what?

The right to walk past your greasy

self without your paws on my ass?

Yeah, you got it.

That's how I got it?

That's how I thought I had it.

Come on, girl.

- Hey, what's up?

- We're here. Shawna!

- Hello.

- Sara, Shawna. Shawna, Sara.

- This place is tight, right?

- It's so cool.

What is up with this place?

Seems like they're letting anybody in.

And they started with you.

I'm Nikki. Alyssa, Jasmin.

You know Diggy, right... Marsha?

Sara. It's Sara, actually. I know you,

though. You're in my gym class.

- That don't mean you know me.

- Quit it, Nikki.

Quit what?

I ain't walking on eggshells

because you brought

the Brady Bunch to the Negro Club.

Maybe you came to the wrong spot.

I'm sure there are no Negroes here.

I'm sure you came with one.

Oh, no, wench, you did not

just call me a Negro.

- You all just chill.

- Why don't you tell her to chill?

She the one that's always

got something to say?

I could say a lot more.

You keep talking,

I will lay all your sh*t bare.

Hey! Why you got to burn her

like that, Chenille?

I can't stand her ass and the way

she plays my brother.

- What's up, dude?

- Hey, man.

Let's dance.

Let's not.

- Is it gonna be like that?

- How did you think it was gonna be?

That you were just gonna drop me

and pick me up whenever you wanted?

I miss you.

Does this have anything to do

with that fool dismissing you?

Ain't nobody dissed or dismissed me,

Derek. I laid him off.

You fired me. You laid him off.

Now you've just got to find someone

to dance with, and all will be good.

- What's up? What'd he say?

- He's tripping, come on.

Yo! Excuse me!

Yo, want to dance

with me for a minute?

- Catch you later.

- Bye.

What you drinking?

I don't know... maybe I'll have...

That's him coming over.

- Who?

- Christopher's father.

Don't look, don't look.

How you doing?

Why don't you ask

how your son is doing?

That's a line

you ain't tried in a while.

- Why you gotta jump off like that?

- Why you gotta be like you are?

I thought you was coming

to get Christopher on Sunday.

What happened, you got amnesia?

Look, I'll take him next week.

I had to work on Sunday.

I ain't seen

the fruits of that labour.

Come on, Chenille...

Chenille...

You know you want to dance with me.

That's why you came here.

To yell at me and to dance with me.

Kenny, Sara. Sara, Kenny.

- Hi.

- Hi, what's up?

Rum and Coke, no ice!

Yo, man!

A rum and Coke straight up

and a beer. Anything.

That's a bad choice, anything.

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