Nicole surveys the crowd with wide-eyed enthusiasm, happy to finally be with her people.
Even though she grew up in one of the richest neighborhoods in Canada, where not even the yard workers were minorities, Nicole Cambridge always had an interest in rap music and urban culture. She owned every album put out by big stars like Big Doggy Bark and Ice-E-Chillz. In that scene, everybody is tough, and respected, and well toned. Not like the boring suburbs, where everybody acts nice but is actually boring and flabby.
She remembers the first time she went downtown with some friends to a big city dance club. It was so exciting. She met a big black guy who seemed really interested in her. She told him she would be able to save him from the ghetto and he could come live near her parents, where they could keep it “real” and “tight”. She even invited him to her prom. When they went into the back room, they made out a little, and when he pulled out his penis, she gave him a blowjob. She even let him brush back her blonde hair and take pictures with his cellphone of her doing it “to remember her by”. But when prom came, he never showed up. She had to steal one of her friend’s dates just so she didn't look bad.
Well, she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She had matured a lot in the six months since she sucked off that black stranger. Now she was going to meet Africans: noble, savage gentleman.
She smiled mischeviously. “Follow me lead, Seanna,” she told the Irishwoman. “Tonight we’re gonna party.”
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