To his surprise, no one paid them any mind once they reached the table because everyone was too busy holding out their shot glasses while Shabu circled the table, filling each one with the whiskey bottle Relic requested. Relic let go of Kennedy’s hand, stalked over to Shabu, and yanked it away.
“How the fuck you gon’ pass out some shit I paid for without waiting for me?”
Shabu swiped it back. “Because you said it was for us, nigga! Sit yo wound too tight ass down and drink the shot I poured for you. I don’t see how Kenn Dog deals with yo angry ass.”
“I’m angrier,” she revealed with an uncaring shrug as she stood behind her seat.
“I don’t know if that was meant as a joke or not, but I believe you.”
She laughed, and Shabu smirked before filling the rest of his folks’ glasses. Before he got the chance to reach hers, Kennedy snatched the bottle while Relic sat down, eyeing their playfulexchange that seemed harmless but managed to light a fire in his fucking intestines. He peeped Kennedy tolerated Shabu in a manner she didn’t the rest of the men in his family. Shabu slapped a hand on Relic’s chest as he passed by, like he figured it had gotten under his brother’s skin, and that only agitated Relic further.
His heated gaze stayed with Kennedy as she lowered into her seat with the bottle in her hand and picked up her knife to tap against it for the tables’ attention like she was about to make a toast. Pierre screwed up his face.
“Man, I already know y’all just snuck off and put y’all corrupt ass heads together to start some bullshit. Fuck you on, Bonnie?”
She giggled before swearing, “Nothing bad! I thought of some good content for Titan’s vlog. We’ve been fussing or throwing slugs, and that’s not what we came here for. I don’t know about y’all, but I can use some fun, so I think we should play a game.”
“I’m down,” Titan replied. “Tell us the rules.”
“You’ve probably seen it before. Basically, someone is going to give a scenario about something another person at the table has done, and for a spin on it, if we guess who it is, that person has to drink.”
“I ain’t saying I’m slow to pick up shit like this, but if I was, give an example,” Shabu requested. Kennedy filled her shot glass and set down the bottle before expounding on the game concept.
“Okay, I’ll say, someone at this table bought their ex-girlfriend her dress, shoes, and jewelry for prom just for her to accept another nigga’s prom-posal as her date. You have to guess that person.”
“I’m weak! We all that know my sis finessed the hell out of Tek with that,” Tima boasted, pinching her thumb and middle finger together with a nod. Tekken folded his arms and scoffed.
“I ain’t playing this dumb ass game.”
“Boy, get out of your feelings and play. We all gon’ be messy anyway. Might as well put it on the table and have fun with it.”
“You know what, you’re right, Tima.” Tekken picked up his shot to drink before slamming the glass on the table and throwing out, “Someone at this table ate some pussy in the studio and forgot to turn off the cameras. Oh, and it was another person in there watching her while she did it.”
“Who the fuck watched?” Pierre bellowed, glaring at Tima who stared around aimlessly but took her shot. He nodded. “Aight. Don’t worry about it. The first thing I’m gon’ do when we touch down is steal Bird’s laptop to go through the tapes.”
“Don’t waste your time. I deleted it,” Treasure replied with a curt smile. “And trust me, Tima is not the only one who forgets to turn it off. As a matter of fact, someone at this table got drunk with Aura in the studio, and she gave them head.”
“Tekken!” Toot spat out fast as hell and then glared at him, waiting for him to take a shot. Seconds passed before he stuck out his tongue and mushed her head.
“I ain’t that fucking trifling, Toot. Give a nigga some credit, damn.”
“And you only get one guess on who it is.” Kennedy appended the rules, making them chorus their complaints. “It’ll be too easy to figure it out if it’s more than one guess, so y’all better consort with each other. If someone blurts it, then it is what it is. Who’s next?”
“Someone at this table,” Relic started, deciding to join in on the drama. His stare coasted to each potential victim before choosing one. “Got his ex knocked up when he first started dating the person he’s with now but convinced her to get an abortion.”
“Oh, hell to the nah. We need to ban this muthafucka from playing. He went straight for the jugular,” Calm said while tossing his head.
“Fuck that. I want to know who this was,” Tima said, squinting around the table. “I have someone in mind, but I don’t want to be wrong.”
Relic sat back with a smirk, watching the women put on their detective hats to do what they did best, while his folks shifted in their seats, sweating like pigs in heat under the ladies’ scrutiny. He stole a quick peek at Kennedy and chuckled at the pucker of her lips while she slit her eyes at him.
“Hey, I’m playing the game you started, Larenn,” he whispered. His hand clasped at the nape of her neck as he added, “If they can’t take the pressure, tell them fold and pack that shit up.”
“Okay, we have a name,” Treasure said, taking a deep breath. “We picked this one because it was the least likely person we thought, which means it may be true since Relic always has the darkest secrets on people. We say Titan.”
Michi immediately whipped her head in his direction. His eyes dipped to the table before he picked up his glass to toss back his shot while the girls gasped. Relic squeezed the back of Kennedy’s neck and studied the women for a sign of who’d chosen the last person he expected them to. It was the reason he’d tossed it out.
“Whoop,” Shabu answered, making eye contact with his brother, knowing what the nigga was thinking. “She picked him.”
