He lifted his hand, motioning around the condo.
“I mean, it does. It really does.”
Tania’s eyes slid up and down his body from head to toe. She was really about to flirt with this man. Sometimes I could really strangle her ass.
“Beautiful, you're not drinking? You came all the way over here just to sit on a barstool and take up space?” Proctor said to me, and Tania rolled her eyes.
“I don’t know. I feel like I’m over my limit with drinking for the night.”
“Nah. You gotta have a shot to celebrate your marriage and union coming up.”
The smile on his face showed his sarcasm.
“If you don’t, your friend is going to drink up all the liquor in here.”
A laugh followed.
“I’m just fucking with you.”
“Don’t fuck with me. Fuck me.”
The way he looked at her made it clear he heard her, but he didn’t even give her the attention she so desperately craved.
“Anyway, y’all can continue having your drinks or don’t. I’m about to step outside for a little me time for a few minutes.”
“Can I come outside with you?” Tania asked.
“Nah, baby. This my little time to relax. Give me about five minutes, then I’ll come back in and let you have the blunt. I need that time to decompress. I see a lot of shit throughout the day.”
He walked away just like that.
“Mm, mm, mm. I know you mad, but I’ll let you know how the dick is.”
Tania danced a little, then froze grabbing her coochie.
“Fuck. I gotta pee. Where the hell is the bathroom?”
“Probably down the hall. There has to be one close to the kitchen.”
“I’ll be right back.”
She took off down the hallway, disappearing fast.
I was so fucking mad at her that I wished she’d fall asleep on the toilet like she did back in 2017 while we were in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Sleep would give me time to breathe, time to do whatever I wanted without feeling judged or talked about afterward.
That’s when the idea hit.
I had two Benadryl tablets in my pocket because I always carried them around ever since my father killed my mother. Getting to sleep quickly had become a problem, and no matter how drunk I got or how sleepy I felt, I always had these two pink pills to take on my ride home.
“Lord, forgive me,” I said out loud when I committed to the idea that shot through my mind.
I glanced over my shoulder, and then I slipped off my shoe and crushed the pills under the sole, grinding them down until they were nothing but powder.
My heart was beating faster now, and I hurried and poured the crushed up pills into a glass, then went back to the liquor to fix myself a shot. I knew we’d be taking one together anyway once she came back. This would shut her ass up long enough for me to actually breathe. Long enough for me to talk to Proctor without all the side shit she always did.
Tania came back around the corner, maybe a minute after the pills dissolved, and I handed her a shot and then took one myself to make sure I played it off.
Her and I then moved over to the couch in the living room tucked right off the kitchen. I didn’t need her falling out, cracking her head on the bar, and me ending up in jail for murder because I slipped something in her drink.
