“This.”
I then let it all fall.
“This.”
Lastly, I used a pearl claw clip to hold it together at the back of my head.
“Or this.”
“Definitely not that,” Rome said.
“I’m torn between some of it being up and all of it hanging. Something about that twinge of hair being up, though. It gives an innocent but very lethal bitch,” Roulette explained.
“Well–” Range chuckled, “I mean– there’s truth there.”
“Where are you headed anyway?”
“On a date with the guy Brandon I have been telling you all about.”
“Finally giving that man a chance?” Roaman joked.
“I guess. He’s asked enough. Bought enough.” I shrugged. “I’m not optimistic. There’s this thing to be noted about guys who have been trying to get your attention for long periods.”
“First chance you give them, they will–” Range tittered.
“Exactly. But, trust me, sister… the chance to play with me will never surface,” I assured everyone.
“That wasn’t even considered. Not even a little,” Roulette claimed. “Niggas know.”
“If they don’t, then I can surely inform them,” Rugger replied.
“Hey now,” Rome interjected, “We don’t have to take it there.”
“The door is always open,” Rugger told me, ignoring Rome.
“Up or down guys?” I asked, toying with my hair so they could see the final options.
“Up.”
“Down.”
“Down.”
“Up.”
“Up.”
“Up.”
“Well, that settles it. I have a date and then another date after that, so I must get going.”
“My type of party,” Roulette cheered. “Why not together, though?”
“It’s not that type of party, Rou. I have business to handle after my date. It happens to involve a date as well.”
“Call me tomorrow, I was thinking lunch.”
“Lunch sounds doable, baby. I’ll call you.”
