“Chill the fuck out,” he hissed. “You making a scene and it’s not that serious.”
“Oh, it’s definitely that serious. You out here inviting bitches to your friend's house as if I’m not posted up with you.”
“Thugger,” Aria warned. Her best friend wasn’t going to be another bitch.
Logic glanced toward the front door and sighed in relief when he saw Pearl pushing her way through the crowd of people watching them. He knew for a fact that Tyler and Aria didn’t mind jumping people, and he’d hate for them to make Scottie a meme because she couldn’t control her feelings.
“Uh, Scottie, I know you ain’t raising your voice in my house,” Pearl bucked. “And move, you’re blocking the door.My door.”
“Whatever.” Scottie rolled her eyes. “Lo, can I have a word?”
“Give me a minute,” he sighed. Scottie rolled her eyes and stormed away.
“Oh ok, Lo, not you starting trouble. I expect this from Al and even Duce, but not you.” Pearl folded her arms. “Who’s your friend?”
“My fault, you know I wouldn’t bring no bullshit to your doorstep.” Logic ran his hand down the side of his face. “But this my homegirl Ty.” He placed his hand on the small of Tyler’s back.
“Ok, Ty.” Pearl snapped her fingers. “You cute and the black lipstick is giving I’m sweet but I’ll beat a bitch up.”
“I come in peace,” Tyler promised.
“Nah, the ankle monitor says she’ll beat a bitch up,” Al taunted, coming out of the kitchen. “What’s up, problematic ass girl? Should have known this nigga was going to double back to you.”
“What’s up, Sir Talks A Lotta Shit?” Aria shot back, not giving Tyler a chance to respond.
“Don’t come into my people crib talking shit to me.”
“Then don’t bring your loud ass over here talking shit.”
“Go sit outside.” Al pointed to the door.
“Boy bye.” Pearl waved him off. “We all talk shit to yo ass. You ain’t nobody important.” She playfully pushed him. “Anyway, this my sister Diamond, the man in the kitchen thatfavors Method Man in the 90s is my man, Duce. He’s a hoe and a producer. Nigga be out here serving dick and beats.”
“What kinda introduction is that?” Al chuckled.
“I’m just letting them know.” Pearl sipped from her cup. “I have a lil crush on Logic, so if you see me smiling in his face, don’t beat me up.”
“P, chill,” Logic chuckled. “What do you want to drink?” He turned to Tyler.
“Girllllll,” Diamond dragged, holding her cup up before Tyler could reply. “My sister made some fuck it up buckets and baby I’m not feeling no pain.” She danced. “Get you one of these and a shot. You'll be good all night.”
“I’ll take that,” Tyler snickered. “And this is my best friend Aria.” She pointed to the left, where Aria was bobbing her head to the music. The joint she smoked before they left had her feeling nice.
“Lo, I’ll get them a drink,” Pearl assured him. “You go handle that situation.” She pointed to Scottie, who was now standing outside on the phone.
“Yea Lo,” Tyler poked his chest, “Go handle that situation before I do.” She winked.
“Now what if that girl beat your ass?” Logic cocked his head to the side.
“Then I’mma walk her ass like a dog,” Aria answered for her. “Now, where the Henny at?”
“The fuck?” Al's mouth fell open. “Strong throat ass.” He shook his head. “Nah, she gotta go. Tethers, Henny, black Chargers, and black lips. They Eastside as fuck.”
“Mack and Bewick to be exact.” Tyler let him know, causing Al to throw his hands in the air.
“I’m going in the kitchen,” he fussed. “Lo, hurry up before they start stealing shit.”
“Boy, go in the kitchen before we jump yo ass.” Aria jumped at him, making Pearl and Diamond laugh.
