“Man, I’m happy you niggas rap better than yall throw,” Rahlo jested, watching Czar’s horseshoe fall short of the ring.
“Oh hell nah,” Czar barked. “Nigga my shoe close as fuck, that’s a point!” he yelled, pointing to the horseshoe that was a couple of inches away from the ring.
“Lo, did you bring your glasses? If so, give them to this nigga because that shit not on the ring,” Rahlo laughed, tapping Logic’s shoulder.
“Fuck you,” Logic chuckled.
It was a running joke that whenever Logic pulled out his glasses, shit was getting serious. There were times he’d go all day without them, but at night, in the booth, he’d slide them on and turn shit up a notch.
“And C, it’s not a point bro, move on.” Logic waved him off.
“Mannnnn, yall niggas cheating. This some straight Eastside shit,” Czar huffed, reaching for the Hennessy bottle they’d been taking shots from.
“Yea, yea,” Rahlo waved him off. “Talk shit after you take that fucking shot.”
“You ain’t shit, you get people over here, hire babysitters for the kids, feed muthafuckas and get folks drunk off their ass,” Czar rambled. “The bottle gone,” he beamed, holding up the empty fifth.
“T-baby,” Rahlo hollered across the yard. “Bring me another bottle, please.”
“Yall fooling,” Logic shook his head. “I’m out.” He backed away with his hands in the air.
“You lost anyway,” Czar called after him. “I’mma make a diss track about yo ass.”
“What you gone say?” Rahlo instigated.
“Uh, the nigga named Lo, and he wear glasses, slow talking ass nigga, look like piss molasses.”
“And you the people’s favorite rapper?” Logic teased. “Take a shot for that lame shit.”
“Nah.” Rah shook his head. “He can take two.”
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On the other side of the yard, Tyler worked overtime to teach Marley and Taylor the Boots on the Ground dance. They were all buzzing and the only part they kept up with was the hip pop, leg twist combo. Tyler was feeling like Spice because she couldn’t go any slower and they were still confusing the footwork. Whenthey couldn’t get it, they marched in place until their favorite part came up.
“Yea, you know what, I’m going to take a break.” Taylor took her seat. “I’m getting old because when the hell did dancing become so complicated?”
“Right!” Marley agreed. “I can do the normal hustle, but this new shit got me fucked up. I need to ask my sister if she can do it.”
“Yall just overthinking it,” Tyler replied as she took her seat. She bent down to pick up her cup, took a sip, and gazed around the backyard.
The sun was setting, coloring the sky with shades of purple, pink, and bright orange. There weren’t any clouds, just an open sky, and Tyler felt at peace. She didn’t think her day would turn out good after the guest house situation, but she was glad she stayed. Taylor and Marley were funny and their husbands were just as crazy. It didn’t feel like she was sitting amongst millionaires. They didn’t judge her for what she’d been going through publicly and she appreciated that. Everyone was so humble and the love they had for one another could be felt. Tyler watched the way they interacted with Logic and couldn’t help but wonder if they had always been friends.
“You looking for your boo?” Marley quizzed, catching Tyler looking in Logic’s direction.
“No, and he’s not my boo,” she denied with a scowl on her face.
“You sure about that?” Taylor cocked her head to the side. “He seems real protective over you. From the moment yall walked in, his eyes have been on you.
Tyler didn’t respond. She glanced across the yard, and sure as shit, he was staring in her direction.
“You’re still not messing with Dex, are you?” Taylor asked, causing both women to look at her. “What? I told yall I’m a fan.”
“Mmkay, it’s giving stalker.” Marley side-eyed her.
“I’m not a stalker and I’m not trying to pry, but girl, I’ve seen that man drag you through the mud. I’m on the outside looking in, so I don’t want to imagine what the inside even looks like.”
“It’s fine,” Tyler replied. “I know people have questions because I’ve yet to publicly speak on the situation.”
