"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?"
"I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z."
"Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out."
"Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and p...
Grayson 'Ace' Valentine III [ tues, nov 22nd6:31 PM ] 8-Ball - Dive Bar
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Ace locked the doors to his Range and got in the last few pulls of the blunt before making his way to the entrance of the bar.
8-Ball, had an eclectic decor, with checkered floor tiles and neon signs along the walls. There was a handful of locals who frequently visited the calm establishment to play pool, or catch the sports highlights that played on a loop.
Spotting his friends at a table near the back, Ace quickly ordered a beer before making his way over to them.
Demetrius greeted him with their handshake, "Wussup, business man?"
"Everything good with the club?" Phoenyx asked, sliding a styrofoam container of wings away from him.
"New bullshit, different day." Ace breathed out heavily as he leaned back in his chair to stretch his legs.
The opening of Ace's newly purchased club was pushed back yet again. The more that his team inspected the property, the more problems they found.
Thankfully, they didn't have any violations to worry about, but it was the tedious tasks that were more aggravating now.
"Man, that 9-5 shit couldn't be me."
Demetrius shook his head and picked up his grill from the table, wiping down the diamonds with a wet nap.
Ace took the hood off of his head and mugged him, "I don't do no 9-5."
"Nigga." Demetrius rolled his eyes. "I ain't mean a literal 9-5. You know what a nigga mean."
"Nah, nigga. I don't know what you mean."
"Can y'all bitches stop bickering?" Phoenyx cut in. "Gah damn. Y'all sound like a fuckin' married couple or sum'n."
"Don't mention me and no marriage unless you talking 'bout TrinTrin." Demetrius huffed. "Or, Twin and this nigga."
Ace laughed and shook his head, "Y'all really gon' keep ridin' me about this? Forreal?"
"You be lookin' at shorty crazy, man." Demetrius shook his head. "Like she the only one in the room, type shit. I ain't never seen no shit like that long as I've known you."
"Nah." Ace said simply, barely believing himself.
"Shit, I'on blame you." Demetrius added. "I'd be lookin' at her fine ass like that too."
"On God." Phoenyx agreed, his gaze drifting over to a couple that was playing darts.
Ace scowled, "Chill out."
Demetrius laughed, "Hey, I'm married, bruh. You ain't gotta worry 'bout me. Just every other nigga."
"I ain't gotta worry 'bout shit." Ace chugged his Modelo until there was only a sip left.
