“Bitch bye. You been sitting there lowkey texting a nigga to send you money but drinking Macallan like it's water. You can’t afford to Venmo me shit.” Tyler had already peeped game.
The girl mumbled something under her breath, but not loud enough for anyone to hear it. Tyler was right. Her coins were on the low side and her baby daddy was acting like a bitch because she didn’t tell him she was going out.
Rolling her eyes, Tyler sat back in her seat, daring a bitch to say something. While the pills had her on chill mode, the Don in her system had her ready for whatever. She didn’t need an army of bitches to stand beside her. Tyler threw hands with the best of them and was waiting for a bitch to get froggy so she could leap.
“Aht aht, cousin, you can stop looking like that.” Bobbi tapped her shoulder. “Ain’t nobody trying to rumble. We too cute for that.”
“I know,” Tyler quipped. “These bitches not stupid.”
“Oh, this my shit,” Bobbi screamed, picking up the bottle of Don off the table. “Record me.” She handed her phone to her friend and started bouncing her ass toLil M. U. Top Of Cars.
Bending over, Bobbi tried to emulate her cousin’s dance, but it didn’t hit the same. As hard as she shook her ass, it didn’t move the same. What came naturally to Tyler didn’t for Bobbi, and instead of looking sexy, she looked like she was having a stroke. She was so focused on making her ass clap that her face didn’t get the memo.
“Shake that shit, friend!” Bobbi’s homegirls hyped her up. “Biggest booty in the club.”
“Softest too,” Bobbi bragged, wagging her tongue. “I make this shit look too easy.” She swatted her ass.
Tyler didn’t know whether to laugh or leave because the scene in front of her was embarrassing. Bobbi’s poor attempts at shaking her ass had Tyler wishing she had stuck to her original plans and stayed in the house. She was knee deep in a writing session when Bobbi called, begging her to pop out. Since Dexter was running the streets, Shane was out of town, and Aria was tied up with one of her male friends, Tyler closed her notebook and hopped in the shower.
After staring at her closet for twenty minutes, Tyler decided on a mini skirt, a cropped top, thigh-high boots, and a forty-inch buss down middle part wig. She applied a little makeup, glossed up her lips, and sprayed a few squirts of Jean Paul Gaultier on her skin before grabbing her purse, mint can, and car keys. On the way out the door, Tyler popped two pills and washed them down with a shot of Don.
By the time she made it to the club, she was already lit. Bobbi and her friends were sitting in their cars. When Tyler pulled up, they hurriedly jumped out and joined her as she headed straight to the door, bypassing the line. The owner of the club greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, took her credit card, and led them to a section where bottles of top-shelf liquor were waiting.
“I’ll be back.” Tyler stood to her feet.
Bobbi nor her friends responded, and Tyler didn’t wait for one. She picked up her purse off the table and stumbled her way through the section with one of the club security guards behind her. Fans reached out for her, called her name, and snapped pictures of her as the security guard pushed his way through them.
“I’mma wait right here until you’re done,” he advised once they made it to the bathroom.
“You don’t have to do that,” Tyler assured him.
“I do. I got a call from your assistant, and she told me not to leave your side, or she’d hang me from the Belle Isle Bridge by my nuts.”
“She said that?” Tyler giggled.
“Yea, and sweetheart, I like my nuts, so I’m going to chill right here. Take your time.”
“Ok.” She nodded and slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
After handling her business, Tyler pulled up her skirt, flushed the toilet, and exited the stall. Standing in front of the mirror, she washed her hands while staring at her reflection. She could see pieces of Maple, but for the most part, she saw him.
“Tell me, Daddy, wasn’t I good enough to love? Got me searching for it in all the wrong places, hugging empty bottles, indulging in drugs. Tell me, Daddy, how do you sleep at night when you left your baby girl all alone in this world in an unarmed fight?”Tyler sang, then smiled when she noticed the tears falling from her eyes.
“Not me in the bathroom crying over that loser,” she mumbled. “Speaking of losers,” Tyler snorted, lifting her phone. Clicking on Dexter’s number, she waited while the phone rung and groaned when it went to voicemail. Tyler called right back and this time the voicemail picked up right away.
Yo, this Dex, talk yo shit.
“First of all, that’s a lame ass voice message.Talk yo shit,” she mocked. “And I hope whatever bitch you laid up gets a happy ending...lord knows I need one,” Tyler huffed, ending the call.
“And you wonder why these hoes looking at me crazy. Out here fucking on everybody but me lately and you keep forgetting that I'm with the shits, baby. Like I won’t do you like you do me, nigga is you crazy?”Tyler sang while reapplying her lip gloss.
“And this nigga talking about I'm pitchy,” Tyler mumbled, picking up her phone again. Going through her messages, she clicked on the video from the unsaved number and dialed it.
“'Cause he got me fucked up,” Tyler mumbled as the phone rang.
“What up doe?” Logic’s deep voice pierced her ears.
“You’re an asshole, my voice isn’t pitchy,” she slurred.
