The GQ’s writer’s encounter with Rihanna and Breezy in the club:
Chris Brown brashly stands on top of his bench in the neighboring booth. He and Rihanna start tossing flirtatious glances like kids passing notes in middle-school math class. The smirks and the playfulness continue until they’re dancing with each other from afar. Then, out of mock frustration, Brown climbs over the top of the booth. A mischievous tingle of controversy vibrates through the club.
There, in the middle of all the craziness: Rihanna stares straight at me and passes me a spliff. She turns her green-hazel Bambi gaze back to Brown and begins to sway those famous hips from side to side. It’s 2 a.m. She looks like she’s just getting started.
“This is some movie sh*t, ladies and gentlemen!” the DJ bellows. “We see you, Chris and Rihanna!”
Damn, make sure you guys cop this issue of GQ when it hits the newsstands for this awesomeness in its entirety.