Famke was giggling like a fool when Royal was pulling her through the exit of the club. He had stopped to dance with her so many times she was surprised they were finally outside.
“What about Keshaun and Jubi?”
“Keshaun already promised me he would take her home. He’s going back to our place with her. Mom and Dad are there. They will put her to bed in one of the spare rooms. Keshaun has a room he always uses at my place.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’m hungry.”
“You’re hungry?”
“Yup.” He opened the back door of an oversized SUV, “your chariot awaits, madam,” he intoned in the worst English accent she’d ever heard.
“Wow,” she froze and looked at him. “I finally found something the great Royal Robinson can’t do.”
“What? My accent is impeccable.” He continued pushing her towards the back
