“No…catch me on a good day and I’ll kiss you sober.” Tyler lifted the cup to her lips.
“Lo!” Pearl smacked her lips as she approached them. “Go on in there and make some music I can bounce to.” Pearl loopedarms with Tyler. Logic kept his hand on her hip, preventing Pearl from pulling her away. “Boy, let her go.”
“You straight?” he asked, ignoring Pearl, who was now calling him a simp.
“Yea, do your thing. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
“I have no doubt that you can.” Logic glanced at her ankle monitor, then back at her face. When she caught on to the joke, Tyler punched him in the chest.
“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Logic tapped Tyler on the hip before backing away.
“Come on, girl. We about to go in here too. These hoes looking at Duce like I won’t air this bitch out.”
“Girl, don’t nobody want Duce but your bipolar ass.” Diamond rolled her eyes, making Tyler and Aria laugh.
In the kitchen, Logic slipped the headphones over his ear, leaving one out so he could hear himself. Tyler stood along the wall, watching intently as he adjusted the mic. It was ghetto fabulous at its finest, but she loved it. From where she was standing, Tyler could tell Duce was serious about his shit. She watched him adjust the volume, turn up the bass, and then point at Logic.
“Turn me up,” Logic requested as he bobbed his head.
“Ah shit, there he go.” Pearl stuck her tongue out. “Turn my nigga up.”
“He not yo shit,” Duce gritted.
“Yea, cause yo thirsty ass be blocking.”
Tyler chuckled at their banter. Pearl and Duce were a comedy show without even trying.
“Girl, watch this!” Pearl snapped her fingers. “Lo about to fuck it up.”
On cue, the beat dropped, filling the kitchen with anticipation. Tyler watched him puff the blunt and bob his head. When the beat dropped, Logic calmly blew the smoke into the air and words effortlessly slipped from his lips. This time was different. It almost sounded like he was singing. On his Durk shit, Logic rapped but harmonized at the same time.
“You know what?” Pearl swooned as she swayed her hips. “Hell yea. I fucks with this. Lo let me find out you be out here cooing to the pussy.”
“You not gone find out shit,” Duce warned, shooting daggers at her.
“Did you know he could sing?” Aria whispered to Tyler, who was staring at him with stars in her eyes.
“Nope,” she uttered. “But he sounds good.”
“If he sexes like he sings, then yea, ole girl is about to lose her mind,” Aria said matter-of-factly.
“It could be you, the bud, the liq, whatever it is, I’m feelin’ it. Gotta nigga in this kitchen cooing, sweatin' you on some singing shit. Tell me what I gotta do to make this shit legit, 'cause baby girl I’m needing it. Let me show you the world through my eyes, have us on some black couple goals shit.”
Logic gazed at Tyler, causing her to tuck her bottom lip. His eyes stayed locked on her as he slipped the headphones off.
“You think you’re so smooth.” Tyler folded her arms as he approached her.
“Think you can do better?” He cocked his head to the side.
“If I was singing, I could.”
“And why aren’t you singing? Don’t tell me that bitch ass nigga took your voice.”
“No one can take my voice.” Tyler arched her eyebrow.
“Then,” he stretched his arms out, “Show me, nothing serious.”
“Show him.” Aria bumped her hip, encouraging her.
