I shrugged. “You think I’m ‘bout to play about you? Naw,” I shook my head. “I done did a lot for less. Better warn theseniggas. Mothafucka might look like Freddy, but I’m a real nightmare while niggas are wide awake.”
“I’ll keep that in mind and let people know that my man is crazy.” She grinned.
“Good. Nigga ain’t got the name Loco for nothin’.”
“Noted,Makhai,” she giggled. “Where are you goin’?”
“Afterparty for a second.”
“Don’t call me when you get in.”
“Why you sayin’ that knowin’ damn well I am?” I smiled. “You gotta be the last voice I hear and face I see before I crash for the night.”
“Then stay in and talk to me until I go to sleep.”
“They expectin’ me though, Lord. I already told them I’d fall through.”
“Who is they?” her eyes narrowed.
“Promoters, baby.”
“Mhm, better be.”
“It is.” I nodded. “I wouldn’t be goin’ through gettin’ dressed and shit for no hoes. You know that. They get fucked fresh off the stage and sent packin’.”
“That might be whatusedto happen, but it’s not going down like that now.”
“You right.” I agreed.
“I’m serious, Makhai,” she asserted. “I know what you’ve been used to and understand your lifestyle or whatever, but I?—”
“Will leave a nigga, I know.” I finished her sentence and smiled. “Chill, baby. I ain’t stuntin’ no hoes. Just yo’ pretty ass.”
“I’m not a hoe.” She playfully rolled her eyes.
“I know, you just mine.”
“Bye Makhai.”
“Chill,” I hurried to say then laughed. “I’m just fuckin’ with you, damn.”
“Stop playing all the time.” She shook her head then said, “I am about to lay down. You can call me when you get back if it’s not too late, but if it is, Makhai, do not wake me up. I’m serious,” she pointed.
“I’m not, baby, I swear. Just give me like two hours and I’m gon’ be back here staring at yo’ fine ass sleep.”
She blushed and nodded. “Okay, have fun and be safe.”
“Always, baby. I’ll talk to you later.”
I was out the door after that. Per usual, the club was packed. I went right up to the top so I could avoid being mixed with the crowd. None of the homies were really there but some of the other artists from my show were there with their entourages, so they were all in the section with me.
We popped a few bottles and rolled up hella weed. Shit was a vibe. I also took some phones from over the railing to record myself because the fans loved that shit. I didn’t mind it, but some of them got carried away with trying to grab and touch me, so I only did a handful before security shut the shit down.
“Loco! Loco! Over here!” I heard someone yelling over the music.
I glanced around until I spotted the familiar face at the entrance of the section. She was motioning for me to allow her up, so I nodded to security, letting them know it was cool. She was with her cousin like always, so she came up with her.
“Hey, babe.” India’s ass beamed, all giddy and shit. “I was at the show. You looked so good,” she grinned, rubbing up my arm. “You still do.”
