“So, can I go in or not? I’m tired of waiting, and my feet are fucking hurting in these heels.”
“Why didn’t you buy better ones?”
I lifted my foot and pointed to the red sole.
“These are Christian Louboutin’s. Trust, I still hold myself up to a high standard even though your son took half of my money.”
“He didn’t take shit,” Proctor cut in. “He earned it. Your father gave it to him, not you. He took care of that old ass nigga when he was dying when you didn’t give a fuck, so that’s why he has that money. You should be mad at your father for volunteering you and giving you up to a nigga who didn’t want yo ass.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
“Anyway, can you move so that I can go inside? I need a fucking drink.”
Proctor exhaled and closed his eyes and I can admit, I didn’t know if he was about to curse me out some more or pick me up and throw me across the street.
“Listen, the moment I find out you’re in here stirring up shit, you’re out. I’m not putting up with no shit on my first day back to the club. I’m on that tonight.”
“And I’m not, so congrats.”
I pushed past him. I wasn’t sure if he was about to snatch me back by my ponytail or what, but surprisingly, he didn’t. He must’ve had other shit on his mind, which was perfect for me.
When I walked into the club, Stacy was already inside, standing by the bar.
“Hey, I was wondering when you were going to come in. I’ve been standing here for like thirty minutes.”
“Girl I ran into a little obstacle, but you know nothing ever holds me down forever. Our section should be on the first floor.” I looked around until I spotted the one person I knew could help me figure out which one it was.
I walked up to Brenda and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around with an attitude, like she was the one who got fucked over. It was amazing how loyal followers were to Hawk. This bitch was kissing my ass just last year, now she’s acting like the sight of me irritates her.
“Yes, can I help you?”
“Proctor, let me in, so I need to be led to my section and treated like a paying guest.”
“Proctor let you in?”
“Yeah, did I stutter. I didn’t just walk in off the street. He said I could have my section since I paid for it. So, can you tell me where it is?”
She sucked her teeth and lifted her iPad.
“What’s the name on the reservation?”
“Stacy. Stacy Ester.”
“Why didn’t you put it under your name? Wait, you must’ve known it would get canceled.”
She muttered under her breath.
“Section please.”
“Look, I’ll find someone to take you there in a second.”
She walked off.
“Girl, these people are a trip, but I’m ready to party. This club is jumping tonight.”
“It really is. One thing about that snake motherfucker Hawk, he knows how to start a business and keep it running.”
I replied as I took everything in.
