“Y’all two ain’t right,” Shyann smirked, shaking her head.
The music in the bar playedSammie,‘I like it’,mixed with a trap beat, and the crowd roared. Niyah jumped up, pulling on Tasha’s arm.
“C’mon, bestie, you know this my song!”
Tasha rolled her eyes but followed, sliding off the stool, her curls bouncing as they made their way to the small dance floor. “Girl, you and these ‘ole ass songs.”
The music thumped through their bodies as the two were enjoying the moment. Shyann stayed back at the bar, inhaling smoke from her Hookah. She grabbed her cell out of her purse and decided to send a text.
Shyann:
I need some dick!
The reply came back almost instantly. As if it were scheduled.
My Secret:
Go the fuck on somewhere, girl.
Shyann:
Meet me! Before I send this li’l video to your girl supervisor.
Three bubbles appeared and then disappeared. Then appeared again.
My Secret:
Fuck you!
Shyann laughed out loud, swaying her shoulders from side to side, singing along with the music.
“Baby… baby…babyyy… Baby…baby…babyy…”she sang every word, knowing she was playing a dangerous game. But she didn’t give one ounce of fuck.
By the time they stumbled out of the bar, the laughter had settled down. The bar lights bled off the windows, painting the sidewalk pink and blue. Shyann was halfway through a fry she stole from somebody’s plate, still talking about the bartender straying away from pussy and rejecting her.
“I’m saying, I woulda never thought he had that August Alsina goin’ on. I wonder if he down to do a threesome. Humm…. I know he got a fine ass nigga at home.”
“Shy, you got a man, remember?” Niyah reminded her, holding her up from falling.
Shyann shrugged. “Shit, he got a baby on the way, so we fuckin’ even.”
“Wowww!” Tasha exhilarated. “You really not shit, but I respect it,” she said, shaking her head, laughing.
They crossed the lot toward Tasha’s Mercedes, the night full of music blasting from passing cars, laughter spilling out open windows. The ‘D’ felt alive, like it had its own heartbeat. When they reached the car, Niyah leaned on the hood. “What y’all want to do now? It’s still early, and y’all know I don’t get out much, between the kids and clinic, I'm busy as heck. So, I wanna enjoy myself tonight.”
Tasha doubled over to adjust the strap on her heels. “I dunno, Juelz probably waitin’ for me to come on back home. He told me to take it easy tonight but have fun.”
Shyann's muscles tensed as she frowned. “Bitch, that nigga ain’t ‘gon be home.”
Tasha's smile faded as she put her hand on her hip. “How the fuck you know where my nigga at?” Tasha cocked her head to the side. “Lemme find out some shit.”
Shyann waved her off. “Girl, please, I don’t want your nigga. He ain’t my type, boo.”
They hopped in the car, and Tasha adjusted the rearview mirror, catching her reflection. Her lip gloss was half gone, her curls a little wild, but she was feeling good.
“Alright,” she said, tapping the wheel. “Let’s go feed Shyann's drunk ass before she starts throwin’ up in my shit.”
“I’m gooddd,” Shyann slurred. “Take… take me to my dick for tonight. I’m goooddd.”
