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“I see you tossing wipes, but where the condom and the condom wrapper at? You always getting on me, telling me that I don’t have the maturity right now to be a dad. You always preaching about protective sex. You fuckin raw brother?” Demarco asked me, trying to be funny.

“That ain’t just random pussy. That’s my lady. Why wouldn’t I be fuckin raw?” I asked him.

“You right. So, what happens if she gets pregnant?” he wanted to know.

“Then our son or daughter going to have one hell of a life. Deja on birth control though, so we should be good,” I let him know, and he nodded.

“I like the two of ya’ll together. Ya’ll look cute and shit,” he said, and I laughed while shaking my head at him.

I liked the fact that Deja was cool with my little brother. They could talk shit with each other, and I looked at that as a form of bonding. I wasn’t sure if Deja and Kendrix would have that same relationship though. Hell, I didn’t even have a good relationship right now with Kendrix. He still called himself being in his feelings that I was in a relationship with Deja. As far as Kingston, he’ll be cool with Deja. It just depends the status of our relationship. These days, we’ve been so hot and cold with each other.

“When you going to pull up and chill with pops? That nigga over there at the crib going through it. Every time I go over there, he asks about you. He misses you. This one of those things where I feel we don’t gotta punish him for it, you know? He punishing himself and suffering enough. I never saw that nigga shed tears a day in my life. When I pulled up on him yesterday, he was sitting in the living room crying. Emaye fucked him up by leaving,” my brother said, as we were almost to the elevators.

We were going to have to take the elevator down, and go through the casino, so we could make it inside the venue where the comedy show was being held.

“I don’t feel the need to pull up on him. At least, not now. I have no sympathy for him. None. My love for him will never change, but right now, I think piss poor of him as a man, and to keep myself from being disrespectful towards him, I don’t come around. Look at the kind of woman that raised us. Beautiful, man. She would literally do anything for pops. He took advantage. Lied to her for years. Cheated. Had two kids on her. That nigga was too cocky. He did the kind of shit to Emaye because in his mind, he felt like she would never leave him. I’ll pull up on that nigga when I feel like I’m ready to. I ain’t doing that shit on his time, or yours,” I let him know.

Demarco knew that he couldn’t change my mind, so he didn’t try. He just nodded his head, and we left it at that.

We made it over to the elevators, where the women were already standing, waiting for us.

“Demarco, we didn’t even ask. Do you have a girlfriend? Because now that we think about it, you not going to have my girl all out and about with you, only to get approached by someone that you’re dealing with,” Deja said to my brother the second we walked over. My brother sucked his teeth while shaking his head.

“Man, watch out. I don’t belong to nobody. I come and go as I please,” Demarco said as the elevator doors opened.

“Okay, just making sure. We’ll tag team a bitch if we must,” Deja let him know.

“Your girl acting like she don’t want to fuck with me no way. She bitch about everything I do. She said that I drive too fast, then I was braking too much. Then she said she didn’t like my choice of music. What the fuck do you like about me baby?” Demarco asked Lyric, as we all stepped onto the elevator.

I pulled Deja my way, allowing her to stand directly in front of me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head into the crook of her neck.

“You want the real answer?” Lyric asked him.

“Always keep it real with me, baby. Give me the real,” this nigga said to her.

The second she laughed in his face, I already knew she was getting ready to allow some bullshit to fly out of her mouth.

“I like the fact that I know you got money. I only like to fuck with men who I know have a coin. If I didn’t think that you had a coin, I wouldn’t have gone out with you tonight,” she looked that nigga in his eyes and told him the real.

I knew my brother was a shit talker, so he wasn’t going to let her say that, and not have anything in return for her ass. I looked at him as if the ball was in his court, just waiting to see what he was going to say.

“I got money. I don’t mind spending it too. Fuck you going to do for it though?” he asked her.

“Spend it, and you’ll see,” she got back with him, making Deja reach her hand out and give her girl a high five.

The two of them were professional shit talkers. I’ve been in the room with Deja, hearing some of her conversations with her girls. They talked shit for sport. I knew it was a lot more that Lyric could have said to my brother, but she took it easy on his ass. You would have thought that she whispered sweet nothings to him because he stood there with that goofy ass smile on his face, watching her. Something about a Miami woman talking her shit. I think it made a lot of niggas weak.

We were late getting into the comedy show. Probably like twenty minutes late. Before we went in, I grabbed snacks for me and Deja, and more drinks for us. Demarco got snacks and drinks for him and Lyric as well. By the time we walked into the show, Chris Tucker was coming on stage. That was a funny ass nigga. A lot of times, as comedians got older, I felt like their jokes didn’t hit the same, but he still had it. He was on stage a little over an hour, and he had the ability to make the entire crowd laugh.

The show was over, and we walked out, along with everyone else.

“Baby, we going to go to the restroom. Wait right here for us,” Deja said, pulling my arm to let me know.

I told her to go ahead with her girl, and while she did that, I posted up on the wall with my brother.

“I ain’t even going to ask your ass to slide with me to the club. Grandpa ass nigga, you might say no,” Demarco released.

“I’m glad you know me. Deja tired anyways. Her ass was falling asleep during the show. What you going to do?” I asked him.