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"I just think you being picky." Jada, my best friend says as we sit side by side, scanning the club for men. Men who she seems to think I got time to be laying up under despite starting my new business as an event caterer. We watched as couples, single men and women talked, laughed, flirted and dry humped on the dance floor.
I don't even wanna be here, honestly. I rather be laid up on my couch, binging some Chopped reruns on Food Network and prepping for this baby shower that I got booked for last minute. But nah, here I am, stuck in this loud, sweaty club, Jada's drunk ass trying to convince me that I need some dick in my hectic life.
"And I think you need to leave me the hell alone and let me drink my Jack Daniels in peace."
"Mmcht! Soriyaaah. Stop playing-uhh" She whined, pulling at my arm. She's tipsy, I can already tell, and I'm getting annoyed at the fact that she's more interested in what I insert into my pussy than myself. "Look at these fine ass niggas. Oh fuck, how bout that one, right there?" Jada said, unashamed as we glance over at the man standing at the bar, ten feet away.
I'm thanking God that his back is turned to us, because Jada is being loud as fuck right now with her elevated voice and how she keeps pointing her finger in his direction.
He is fine though.
Then he moves his head a little and I force her arm down, rolling my eyes. "Jada, shut the fuck up and put your arm down!"
"Ow! Damn, 'Riyah!"
"You lucky I love you Jada because you're annoying when you drink."
"And you're a bitch when you drink." Jada said, playfully, extending her arms out so she could wrap them around my waist. As irritated as I was, I could never refuse her soft yet firm embraces, so I hugged her back and let her kiss me on the cheek.
Then she broke away from me, pulling her phone from her purse and her smile widened. "Oops, I didn't see this text. Javonte and Derek just closed up shop and they're on their way to meet us here."
Instantly, I abandon my thoughts to swing my head in her direction. "Whatchu mean they?"
"Soriyah, you know 'Vonte can't go nowhere without his nigga Derek tagging along."
