A blog dialogue

1980 opens the door to find Britt, our last guest, standin at the door holdin Coronas and limes.

‘Sorry I’m late’ slight shrug and a sweet smile decorate her face.
‘Not a problem beautiful- just glad you could make it; ripped jeans and all,’ he chuckled.

’80, are you gonna stand by the door all day starin at Britt, or are you gonna let the girl in so that we can get this thing started!?’ can’t complain shouts

Britt rushes past 80 and walks into the living to find a sea of bloggers sitting around with a mixture of liquors, playin a game of I’ve Never to pass the time.

‘Damn girl, it’s about time that you got yourself here. Ooooo- presents!’ with a quick grab, Lea swiftly swipes the Corona’s and with one smooth motion, twists the top off and takes it to the head while everyone watches in…. well… amazement.

Brittney takes a seat next to Charles and he does one of those one armed brotherly hugs that makes a girl feel loved (you know, in that platonic way).

Jameil is in mid bite of the soon to be devoured waffle fry from Chick. ‘Ummm, are we really gonna do this? I mean, I know I said I would, but I don’t know if I can.’

I snatch a fry, just barely dogging the infamous *side eye*, and watch the reactions of everyone in the room.

Rashan looks over at Diva, who shrugs. 1/3 catches Charles’ eye and has a full conversation without a word about what Jameil just said (or so I assume).

‘Look- I didn’t miss out on some dick to be teased by this. We said we were gonna do it, so we better,’ Lea slightly slurred. There wasn’t much that she had ‘nevered’ so her drink intake was slightly higher than the rest.

James, who had been silent for most of the night, finally spoke up,’ I think that this is necessary for us. I mean, I just think that it’s time for us to get real with one another. Some of us are aware of each other, and some of us aren’t; but after tonight, we will have a full view of one another, mind body and soul. So…. who’s ready to begin?’

Don shifts his weight, pulling the attention of the room.
‘Nawww, I’m not ready- i'm not gonna cross that line first.’

‘That’s not what you said last night,’ Eb states just under her breath; however, loud enough for the room to catch.

‘What happen last night?’ Rashan looks from Don to Eb back to Don.

Simultaneously
‘Nothin’ ‘We kissed’

‘WHAT!?’ Soumy looks over at Eb, back to Don and then collects himself a bit.

‘Such a strong reaction comin from someone who is supposedly only a ‘blog’ husband. Or are the feelings there a bit deeper,’ I couldn’t resist inquiring…

'Ooop, raa-tid. Me dun need to hear dis' Roxy tappin into those aged Jamaican roots. I laugh (cause Roxy bein Jamaican is a trip)

‘Look, we are suppose to be confessing any lies/secrets that currently or have formally been posted on our blogs; not talking about love lust and all that is… weird,’ Rashan says lookin between the threesome.

‘Why are you so interested in what is fact or fiction on our posts? I mean, does anyone really care anyway?’

Everyone stops, and looks at Adonis

‘Hell yeah we care. Are you suggestin that you haven’t been honest on your posts?’ Diva’s gaze was piercing.

‘Nawww, nawww, not I. I’m just sayin…,’ voice fading at the intensity of her eye contact.

‘Well someone in this room is lyin about their shit; so who is it?,’ Deja’s voice revealing her frustration.

‘All I know is that someone isn’t bein real,’ Soumy glaring at Eb as he pipes up.

‘Look- it was just a damn kiss, and I haven’t been lyin on my posts. I always keeps it authentic…,’ Eb said

‘Whatever’ mumbled Soumy

‘Hey, hey, hey, don’t get twisted up over yesterday. That wasn’t suppose to happen. Trust, Eb is all about you Soumy’ Don innerated

80 sounding impatient says ‘Ummmm, this is not suppose to be a group therapy session for Eb, Soumy, and Don. Can we focus please.’

‘So, who is gonna admit that their post was not as ‘authentic’ as they want us to believe?’

Everyone looks around at each other- silence hanging thick in the air