The Rez

"Cherokee!" Lucky shouted as she ran up to the long raven-haired girl standing barefoot under a tree.

"Lucky!" Cherokee smiled as her best friend came running up to her. "Is something wrong?" She asked hugging her tightly. Her mahogany hair blew freely in the wind and Cherokee's butter scotch-colored skin seemed to always kiss the sun the way it showed in the day. 

"Girl, did you forget?" Lucky punched her shoulder playfully as she interlocked their arms. "We're going to Owen's Bar in the city tonight." She dragged out in hopes her friend of twenty-two years would get the slightest clue the slower she spoke.

"Oh, no, I forgot, sorry," Cherokee apologized as she rested her head on Lucky's shoulder as they continued back into the reservation where they lived.

"We still have time, come on!" She pulled her down the dirt-covered road to the third trailer on the right. The Rez as it was commonly called by those who lived there, those who are registered Native Americans to be exact. "This one!" Lucky squealed as she slipped on her white high heels to go with her light pink strapless dress which accented her beautiful honey-toned skin at least that's what she always said.

"Yes," Cherokee exclaimed as she grabbed up the teal dress, "Is this new?" She asked as she slipped into the tight mermaid-fit dress.

"Yeah but it's now yours, wow, Cherry you look amazing!" Lucky cried out as she turned her friend around in the full-length mirror. She quickly started grabbing her hair wrapping it around putting it into a small clip leaving her ends to scatter about the top of her head. "Make-up," 

"Okay, Lucky, we're going to be late right?" Cherokee laughed as she slipped on the black strapped high heels, running out of the trailer and into the old blue car. "This is the place?" She asked as she looked out of the cloudy car window. Suddenly, the door opened and a man held out his hand for her to take, heading down the dark red carpet in front of the building that was looking more like a grand hotel than a bar.

"Of course, don't let the name fool you, this is for the rich people to party." Lucky giggled as she threw her floral shawl over her shoulders. "Come on, I got invited by a few new friends." She walked up to the doors but they were stopped short by two very large muscular bald black men. "Lucky St. Pierre," She nodded and the men opened the double doors. "See, easy."

"Lucky St. Pierre!" A tall blonde-haired man said loudly as he strutted his way over. He was dressed up to fashion, in a hunter-green suit that brought out his bright green eyes, and his dirty blonde hair looked like it had been slicked back at one time but was now falling from its designated place. "You made it," He clapped his cream-colored hands together as he kissed both of Lucky's rouge-colored cheeks. "Who's this vision?" He grabbed Cherokee's hands and placed wet kisses on both.

"This is my best friend, Cherokee," Lucky beamed as she put her hand on the small of her friend's back pushing her forward.

"Well, I know everyone will be dying to meet her, come we've been waiting on you." He held out his arm for Lucky to take as they headed to the V.I.P. section in the back of the lounge. "Guys, look who I found," He reacted as he pushed Lucky forward only to grip Cherokee by the arm pulling her into him as his hand went around her shoulders. "And she was generous enough to bring us eye candy, this is Cherokee. Oh, I didn't get your last name."

"Rains, but you can call me Cherry if you like." She spoke softly putting her hands in front of her.

"Cherokee Rains, or Cherry she likes to be called, isn't she adorable? Take a seat." He said out loud as he plopped on the bright red lounge sofa next to a platinum-blonde woman. 

"Well, since Ryan there isn't going to introduce anyone, I'm Kaleb Peterson this guy is my older brother, Becket," He slapped the man dressed in a dark blue suit on the back while smiling wide. "Next to Ryan Williams is his fiancee, Abigale Johnson, and next to her is Marcus Adams and his younger much more handsome brother Nicholas." He laughed as he pointed to each of the people, Cherokee smiled awkwardly as she sat next to Lucky.

"So, Cherokee what kind of name is that?" Mark asked as he pushed his wavy chestnut brown hair out of his eyes.

"It's Native, my father is from the Cree Nation, and my mother is Choctaw and Cherokee so, she named me after her grandmother's tribe," She replied as she moved around in her seat, looking at the people dancing and drinking.

"So, you're Native American like Lucky?" Mark asked as he downed his drink.

"Yes," She scrunched her black eyebrows together answering like she didn't understand the question.

"Cool, well, Nick and I have to head out, our cousin Thomas is having an art show tonight," Mark spoke up as he grabbed Nick by the collar and walked out of the bar. 

"Yeah that reminds me, I've got an early flight to Bora Bora tomorrow, anybody needs a ride?" Kaleb rose to his feet as he tied up his light brown hair and pulled down on his maroon-colored suit.

"Yes, me, I want to go home," Abigale stood up gathering her purse and jacket, sashaying out of the V.I.P section. As Abigale left, Ryan made his way to the bar to flirt with the many girls that were fawning over him.

"Beck, could you entertain my friend, Cherry?" Lucky whispered in Becket's ear as she skipped out of the section.

"I'm Cherry," She spoke after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.

"I remember," He stated plainly as he pulled out his phone, he looked down and his curly dark brown hair fell into his crystal blue eyes.