“Okay, be careful what you ask for.” Gem eased onto the stool beside her.
“Indeed.” Lou peeped the crowd over her shoulder and rocked to the beat beside Giselle. “I’m tired of being the third and fifth wheel. Where are the niggas looking for a good time?”
“How about you focus on school? These niggas ain’t going nowhere.” Maisie voiced.
“Whatever.” Lou rolled her eyes. “Just because you been married since the third grade don’t mean that’s what the rest of us want. I’m mingling.”
“Don’t be talking shit about me and my man.” Maisie poured them all green drinks in a tall glasses over ice and slipped a straw in it before serving them.
It almost looked like a potion when Giselle picked it up to examine. She took a sip. The lime-apple flavor lingered on her tongue with just a tinge of THC in the after taste.
“Mmm, tasty.” Giselle nodded, bringing the straw to her lips again.
“Don’t run up on it like that, G,” Maisie advised. “It’s meant to be sipped.”
“Did you reserve a section for us?” Lou queried, picking up her glass.
“Yeah. The usual.” Maisie picked up a towel and wiped down the counter. “Everything you need should already be in there. I’ll come over once I’m done making my rounds.”
“Bet. Come on,” Lou urged Gem and Giselle.
“Damn, baby.” A deep, rugged voice pulled Giselle from her stride across the club.
The handsome, brown skinned man was covered in tattoos and draped in platinum and diamonds as he reached for her arm. She peered down at his hand on her wrist.
“My bad, sweetheart.” He released her and put his hands up like he was surrendering. “I’m Aurel. The homies call me Rel.” He placed a hand against his chest and introduced himself.
Her gaze swept over him. He wasn’t bad to look at; she just wasn’t interested in entertaining anyone tonight. This wasn’t what she came out for.
“Well, Rel, what can I do for you?”
“Shit, give a nigga a minute. You looking like wifey in that dress.” He licked his lips.
“Thank you.” She smiled.
“Tell you what, I see you with your girls and shit, let me get your number. Maybe we can go grab something to eat after we leave here,” he suggested, holding his phone out.
A familiar tatted hand reached out smoothly, surprising them both. Heavy grabbed the phone and pushed it against Rel’s chest, his eyes piercing Giselle when he did so.
Rel grabbed his device and peered up at him with wide eyes. “What’s up, Heavy?”
“Move around,” he instructed, grabbing Giselle’s waist and turning her toward the section where Lou and Gem were already posted up.
She had to catch her breath during the interaction because he had her moving swift. With his hand on the small of her back, he nudged her along, and she almost tripped over her own feet.
“My bad, bro. I ain’t know that was you.”
Heavy didn’t respond, instead he stayed on Giselle’s ass, watching it wiggle with each step. The twins had damn sure hooked her up with the grown woman body. Her hips had spread a little wider, and that ass had a little more bounce than he recalled.
“You had to come in here showing out in that shit,” Heavy said in her ear, sending a rush of flutters to her belly and making her clit throb.
“What’s wrong with my dress?” Giselle peered down at herself.
“Don’t get nobody fucked up in here, princess,” he said, scanning the crowd as they stepped into their section.
She hadn’t realized that Oz, Solo, and Crew had also arrived. The three of them sat around the table with Gem and Lou laughing and passing a blunt around.
“So, y’all just gon’ leave me out there?”
