Single Ladies- “Last Dance”


April manages to track down Sergio at the New Age hotel he is staying in. She tells him David has been fired, but Price Management still has his best interests at heart. He reveals he only signed with them because of her and convinces her to stay with him for awhile at the hotel. Back at Price Management Omar convinces Felicia to be his date for Keisha’s engagement party when he shows her the dress she will be wearing. At the party, Keisha and Raquel are elated with the turnout and cocktails. Back at the hotel, April and Sergio have fun over drinks and pending body shots. Keisha feels like everything finally fits in her life now that she and Malcolm are engaged. Their happiness is interrupted when Malcolm notices Luke is there. Felicia is impressed by the party, and reluctantly admits to Raquel she is impressed by her. Malcolm is confronted by one of the men Deacon owes . He demands they pay him since Deacon no longer can. Luke interrupts the tense conversation and demands an audience with the man outside. Malcolm calls Terrance and demands he come to the party.

Terrance and Malcolm confront Luke about his “help.” They tell him from here on out they can handle things. He ominously warns them against it. Felicia is approached by losers and wannabe artists. All fail until she is approached by Keisha’s bodyguard. She finds her interests piqued. She also tells Omar she will go into business with Raquel. Back at the hotel, April and Sergio continue to enjoy their drunken night. Sergio gets on top of a table to show her some new moves he has been working on. The hotel staff demands he leaves for being disruptive. He urinates in their pool in retaliation. In a drunken stupor, and stranded in  the middle of nowhere, they try to figure out their next move. Malcolm tells Keisha about his latest mishap, not wanting to keep any secrets from her. Their conversation is interrupted when Naomi crashes the party.

Hey Mikey!

WHO AM I? That’s probably what you’re thinking? It’s simple I’m this generation’s “Dear Abby!” I was raised in the Fourth Ward of Atlanta, educated in the School of Hard Knocks, and rescued by the concrete and steel of New York City. Life at best will always be bittersweet. The sooner you accept that, the better off you’ll be. I’d prefer to be on your sweeter side. Everyone needs a listening ear, extra shoulder, and open arms when life gets rough. I’m your new best friend, where it all goes south remember I’m a mouse click or tweet away. Hang in there kids, you’re gonna love kickin’ it with me!!! -Michael Jonvier