“How ‘bout all y’all shut the hell up?” Onyx suggested. He was seated on the side row of seats with Troi’s legs tossed over him. His eyes were closed as he rubbed his hand along the soft skin of his fiancée’s thigh.
“How ‘bout you make us?” Kas retorted.
“Aye, hop up real quick, baby.” Onyx tapped Troi’s legs for her to move.
“Alright, Nyx, chill, damn, I was just joking.”
The group erupted into laughter because intoxicated or not, Kas knew not to play with his older brother. After a few moments, the interior of the vehicle grew quiet as the rocking of the van lulled them all to sleep.
Partying for hours with no breaks in between had worn them all out. Yanna was the first to wake up, raising her head as the van slowed in front of their temporary residence. Looking down, she laid eyes on Kas, who was asleep on her with one of her breasts clutched in his hand. He was always so touchy with her. Whenever they laid together, his hands were constantly tightly secured over the most intimate parts of her body.
“Kas.” She shook him, but he didn’t budge. “Kasra, wake up.” She shook him again, and this time his head shot up, eyes wandering while he tried to figure out what was going on.
“Where we at?”
“At the house, lift up boy, you’re heavy.”
“Quit complaining. Aye, Nyx.” Kas reached over and shook Onyx, who was entangled in a weird position with Troi.
“Hmm? What happened?”
“We at the crib. Wake Troi baby up and get out.”
Onyx woke Troi while Kas roused Kalil and Quan. They filed out of the van, all moving slowly as lassitude slackened them.
“What the hell she doing up already?” Kas questioned, noticing his mother, Layla, sitting on the covered porch enjoying a glass of some sort of tropical juice.
“It’s like 7 am, you know mumma be up at the crack of dawn.”
“Hey girl!” Yanna squealed loudly, dancing as she approached Layla.
“Lil’ girl, shut all that noise up early in the morning. It was nice and peaceful then here you come.”
“Mumma Lay, I don’t know why you talking to Yanna like she has any sense. And what you drinking on so early this morning?”
“Oh, this ain’t nothing but some of that pineapple lemonade Onyx ordered yesterday,” Layla replied, rolling her eyes when Kas sat next to her and laid the top half of his body on her lap. “Kasra, boy, you too damn heavy to be laid all on me like this.”
“It’s okay, Kas, you can lay on me,” Yanna chided as she took a seat next to Layla. Kas lifted from his mother’s lap and buried his head in Yanna’s chest.
“Anyway, Mumma what you got going on this early?”
“Well, I figured y’all would be all drunk and hungry, so I got up and cooked for y’all. Put something on y’all stomachs before taking your drunk asses to bed somewhere. I just came out here to meet y’all so y’all wouldn’t come in all loud waking my grandbaby up.”
“Yes, Lord, let his bad ass sleep.”
“Not too much on my son, Jaiyanna,” Troi chimed in.
“Exactly. Y’all come on in here so we can eat.”
The gang filed into the house, their sleepiness momentarily overshadowed by their robust need for sustenance. They entered the dining area to find an array of breakfast foods, coffee, juice, and fruits beautifully situated in the middle of the wooden family-size dining table. Onyx had gone above and beyond, renting out a six-bedroom villa with enough space for everyone. He and Troi took seats at the table, with Layla taking place at the head. Yanna sat next to Kalil, leaving Kas and Quan seated next to one another.
“Damn auntie, you woke up early and cooked all of this?” Kalil questioned.
“Most of it. Nyx ordered the fruit and drinks before y’all left out yesterday.”
“Well, we appreciate it because I’m famished. All that walking and dancing we did worked up an appetite,” Troi added.
“Damn, Yanna, how many pieces of bacon did you take?” Reaching over, Kalil swiped a piece of bacon from Yanna’s plate and took a bite.
