“What she say?”
“She said yo balls were bigger than your dick.”
“What?!” Duce barked.
“Yep, and they been sharing that shit all on Facebook,” Al laughed. “I even shared the shit because she funny as fuck.”
“Is that why you calling me little daddy? My dick not little, I can show you,” Duce offered, tugging at his pants.
“Man, leave this girl alone,” Logic chortled. “Bring us a bottle of Henny, shorty.”
“You got it, handsome. How many dancers do you want?”
“Four and I want her.” He pointed to the girl bent over in front of Dexter.
“Oh, you messy,” the waitress smiled. “I’ll be right back and the dancers will be right up.”
“Cool,” Logic nodded, taking a seat. He removed a couple of pre-rolls from his pocket and passed them to his boys.
“Aye,” Al called after the waitress. “Don’t send no bougie bitches with stiff asses over here. I need that shit to shake like jelly.”
“I’m about to run to the bathroom,” Duce said, pressing the phone to his ear.
“Nigga why you calling that girl?” Al teased.
“Mind your business. I’m not calling her,” he lied, dipping into the crowd. “Pearl, I’m going to beat your ass! Why the fuck you telling people my dick little?”
“You knew that nigga was here?” Al asked, nodding toward Dexter, who was arguing with the manager as the dancer he had been tipping all night walked out of his section.
“Yea,” Logic answered.
“And you about to fuck with this nigga, huh?”
“Nah, I’m just trying to have a good time, and if my presence bothers that nigga then it’s on him.”
“Yea, aight,” Al responded, thanking God he didn’t leave the house without his tool.
The feud between Logic and Dexter was growing by the day. Although Logic hardly replied, Dexter sat on live and ranted about Logic and Tyler all day. He made it his mission to start the day off with a fuck you post and ended the night telling the worldhow his new bitch was better than his ex-bitch. He made memes out of Tyler’s pictures and shared every bad post about her. Logic was cool when the shots were directed toward him, but when Dexter started telling his fans that he’d pay them to run up on Tyler, he drew the line. Paying Dexter a visit was a must, and Logic planned to emasculate him without putting a single finger on him.
“I heard you called for the baddest bitch,” the dancer who was dancing for Dexter cooed, placing her hand on her hip.
“Eh, you ain’t the baddest, but you’ll do.” Al pulled out a stack. “Bounce that ass just like your friend.” He tossed a few ones in the air.
Not even thirty minutes later, Logic’s section was overfilled with dancers, and the floor was covered with money. The first bottle of Henny was gone and three more had been ordered. Dancers were pouring liquor into one another’s mouths, licking it off each other’s breasts, and sipping it from shot glasses that were placed between each other’s ass cheeks. The music was louder, the dancers were wilder, and a few had gotten completely naked. Duce was standing on the couch making money rain as if it was falling from the sky. Al was leaning against the wall with a blunt hanging from his mouth, and Logic was focused. He could feel the heat coming from Dexter’s section, but the frog had yet to leap.
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Vexed couldn’t even begin to explain how Dexter felt. He didn’t have any more money to tip, so the dancers weren’t fucking with him. He couldn’t buy another bottle, so the manager asked him and his crew to pack it up. They didn’t mindif he stayed, but Logic wanted the section for the overflow of people in his section, and since he was paying, the club owner was more than happy to oblige.
“We might as well dip,” Marty suggested. “It’s late and I’m not about to keep tipping these bogus hoes.”
“You hear me,” Tilly agreed. “I got something warm at the crib waiting for me.”
“You still fucking a bitch that don’t wanna be seen with your ass,” Dexter taunted. “I could never let a bitch hide me.”
“It ain’t even like that,” Tilly explained. “We just doing our own thing. Plus, these hoes not even fucking with us since that nigga walked in here.” He nodded toward Logic’s section. “All the Shamar-looking bitches keep coming over here.”
“Fuck outta here. This nigga not about to run me from shit!” Dexter slurred. “This my fucking city. These young niggas better start respecting a real nigga when they see one,” he roared. “Matter fact-” Dexter pushed up from the couch.
