Carson laughed. “Considering they’re the same height for real that shit was hilarious. Nigga gonna say, only pregnant women get aggressive over fried rice.”
“A fuckin’ clown had everyone looking at me like I was about to fuck up a good thing,” Jahlil rumbled. “I knew better.”
“Ay Jah, C!” Donnée shouted across the pool. “Come get your asses whooped in Spades.”
“Yeah let me tap that ass,” Ashton spoke up. “You too E!”
“The last time I was your partner in spades you yelled at me. I still owe you for that,” Emani shouted back moving from the corner closer to the table Kyrie was setting up. “I won’t play but I’ll watch.”
“I didn’t yell at you,” Ashton refuted.
“You did,” Kyrie chimed. “Come to think about it you always talking shit and can’t fight.”
“I can fight,” Ashton defended.
Donnée gave him a look. “You can’t. I watched Emani pick you up, flip you over and shake you.”
“That’s ‘cause she a bully and I wasn’t about to activate Stretch over there,” Ashton pointed to Jahlil who’d moved closer.
“Sixteen don’t start with me.”
“Sixteen?” Carson asked with an amused expression.
“It’s sixteen tablespoons in a half pint,” Kyrie said nonchalantly shuffling the cards. Donnée and Carson shared a laugh before Kyrie continued. “I still think that was too generous.”
“Your girl thinks I’m enough,” Ashton shot making Kyrie place the cards down and glare at him. “Oh you don’t want to go there?”
“I’ll toss your tiny ass in the six feet and watch you struggle,” Kyrie grumbled back. “Want to keep going there with me?”
“Man deal the damn cards,” Ashton huffed.
Jahlil took a seat. “One of these days, someone is going to beat your ass.”
Jahlil had positioned himself in the perfect position to take in Emani. She balanced her attention between her phone and the game while trying to ignore his heated gaze. After five minutes of the avoided exchange she hopped off the seat and moved back to the bar to grab some drinks. Carson, Kyrie and Ashton now took a turn with their watchful eyes. One, it was amusing to see how to the two were floating by one another like ships but refused to collide. Two, Daniel Jones was moving in her direction.
“I’ll beat his ass today.” Jahlil’s statement was clear as he laid his hand down to watch the exchange.
“You ain’t never lied,” Carson returned doing the same.
Kyrie and Ashton remained silent but kept a watchful eye as Donnée started to ease over to diffuse a potential blow up.
“Emani Rose,” her name crooned off his lips.
Jahlil watched as she squinted and frowned at the brightness of his teeth, loudness of his cologne, the manicured nails and topped with gel polish 266. A nude undetectable coat – well should’ve been amongst minimalistic women.
She barely lifted her eyes to him. “How can I help you Daniel?”
“You could smile. Tell a nigga hi or something?” he spoke with a grin. “It’s been a minute. I’ve been keeping up with you.”
“Oh yeah?” she dryly asked hoping at some point he’d get the hit that she just wasn’t in the mood. “How’s that going?”
“Better seeing how fine you got in person.”
She furrowed her brow and her eyes snapped to him.
“How fine I’ve gotten?” A laugh pushed through her lips and she shook her head. “You out your damn mind aren’t you? Are you on something? ”
Daniel licked his lips leaning on the bar counter. “Nah, I’m just saying. No disrespect I peeped that ass when you walked out here. I’m trying to figure out how ya nigga not fucking every chance he gets. All that body on you.”
