If I was him I’d be too embarrassed to address me after I witnessed the beat down Jah gave his ass; twice. So, I didn’t even reply to the lame.
I wasn’t going to waste any time with a loser so I walked away and headed straight for the dance floor. I was dancing with any cutie that came my way. I was showing all those bitches how to get down.
“Damn, Raven, you’re trying to get somebody hurt in here.” Michelle said seriously. “Do you realize how many niggas are from Sunnyside in here?” she asked nervously. She was still shell shocked from that incident with Jahrein and Khalil. Now, whenever we stepped out she turned into the damn fun police.
I didn’t give a damn. I’d popped two handle bars and was floating. Those Xanax had me on another planet.
“Girl, I don’t give a damn about these niggas. I’m a grown ass woman.” I informed her.
“Damn, baby you killing a nigga. Can I please get a number?” this fine man asked.
“Maybe one day. But I can get yours.” I flipped open my cell so that he could enter his number.
“You gotta let me buy you a drink.” he spoke directly into my ear, as he handed my phone back.
I nodded, as we headed to the bar. I felt several hands attempting to grab my hand or grope me, as we pushed through the boisterous crowd.
A tall, dark, and slender dude cut us off, just as we reached the bar area. “Got damn! Where did you find her at?” he yelled over the loud music.
My new friend placed a possessive hand on my waist. “Don’t worry about that. Go find yourself a friend, nigga.”
“Come on Chris, tell her to hook me up with her sister or something.” the man pleaded.
Chris tried his best to conceal a grin. “Her friends are over there on the dance floor.” he pointed, before turning to face me. “Sorry about that, baby.” he apologized.
“It’s cool, but uh…it seems like I know you from somewhere.” I told him.
“I know. I was about to say the same thing. You look like this girl I know. Are you related to somebody named Raquel?”
“Raquel from Brewster Park?” I asked him excitedly.
“Yeah that’s her. She got two kids with this nigga named Kevin?”
“Yeah, that’s her. That’s my dog.” I laughed.
“Are y’all kin because y’all resemble a whole lot.”
“I know.”
“You know?” he looked at me strangely.
“It’s a long story. Let’s just say that mama’s baby daddy’s maybe.” I told him.
“Oh, okay. So, she’s probably your daddy’s child or some shit like that?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged.
“Wait, who is your daddy cause they say that Ray-Ray is her daddy.”
I smiled. “That's him.”
“No shit?”
“Yep.”
“Main, that's my nigga.”
I nodded.
