“Yeah, maybe.” Proctor watched as a drunk man was escorted to the curb right in front of us. I could tell he was talking to us, but he was still worried about everything going on around him.
“But, what y’all about to get into now? Night over?”
“Yeah. We've been partying since eleven this morning, as you know.”
A smirk tugged at his mouth.
“That’s what you're supposed to do. It's your birthday, right?”
“It is not her birthday. She's getting married, and we are here on a bachelorette trip and using her last few days of being free to get our party on.”
I elbowed Tania on the sly because this bitch really talks too much.
“Oh, married, huh? You didn’t tell me that shit. You getting married on a nigga?” he asked, squaring his body towards me.
“Proctor, I wouldn’t call it getting married on you. I just met you earlier today.”
“So, you met me, and that means now that you know me, if you marry another nigga you getting married on me. Simple.”
I laughed, but he didn’t seem to find anything funny.
“I didn’t know I belonged to you, Proctor.”
“I mean, you don’t. But you can.”
I shook my head, another short laugh slipping out because I was drunk.
“Don’t laugh at me. I’m hurt, but I’m not surprised you're getting married, to be honest. I knew that shit. You fine as shit. Your nigga back on the East Coast?”
“Actually, he is here in Vegas.”
“Oh, he's in Vegas? Shid, he's probably out right now fucking with some strippers or prostitutes or sum.”
“Nah, don’t say that.” I shook my head in denial.
“Well, I believe it,” Tania cut in.
“Tania do not start.”
“He’s not lying friend, and you know I told you the same thing. That’s why he’s not answering the phone now. You better have fun and quit stressing. Get your last go round, too.”
“I don’t need a last go round with anybody. I’m straight on that.”
Proctor started to chuckle.
“Oh, you do. It’ll be fun. I see plenty of women do it here, and men do, too. In my profession, I’ve learned people come to Vegas to get married and also get that need out of their system.”
“A need out of their system sounds crazy. If you’re engaged, it should already be out of your system.”
He looked away for a second, jaw tight, then met my eyes again.
“That’s not always the case, baby girl. Women have the same wants and needs as men, shit if not stronger. Women biologically go into heat.”
“How so?”
“Ovulation.”
“That’s not true. Ovulation is not in heat.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
