Her Vice

(19): Madonna.

I don't know how he crossed my mind, but momma always said if you thinking about somebody guaranteed they was thinking of you first. Wondered if it was true at this moment. The things I was thinking wasn't quite right if you ask me but it was just that hustler in me telling me to go through with it. Shaking my head slowly as I practically drown in the Patron bottle. My phone buzzed making me groan at the simple thought of entertaining people for a split second. I saw that it was Karim, sighing before picking it up. "Hello?" I mumbled into the bottle.
"Happy Birthday," my eyes dropped to the carpet as they fogged with tears.
"Thank you." Not even Ocean called me and that's supposed to be my bitch for life. And I bet half the bitches didn't give a fuck, replacing me with some new ho who got in.
"Welcome, uh, I figured even though things ended ugly the other night ya know its whatever. I just wanna hang with you in ya Born day, fam." I smiled softly then arched an eyebrow.
"You gon try to kill me?" He laughed in an utter roar.
"Nah,B, I could never. But I'll pick you up at 9, cool?"
"Yeah." I smiled softly playing with the fringe of one of my nearby pillows.
"Alright see you then," he hung up an I set it down. I'm definitely going strapped. Glancing at the time on the TV it was going on seven. Guess I have to get off the couch, I mentally cried before finishing off the last swig of the Patron. My only plan was to drink the day away.

I staggered back to my room, letting out a heavy sigh. Rummaging through all the things in my closet before coming across something that would work. Once I was ready and done, my doorbell rang. Rushing to the door as I rubbed the lotion into my exposed skin. Karim stood there with a bouquet of flowers and a gift bag. "You shouldn't have!" I exclaimed great fully. Hands down the sweetest thing anybody's done for me. Grabbing the bag surprised for it being so heavy, "What the fuck?" I struggled to the counter and set it there before grabbing the other plastic bag, finally getting it completely out. It had to be at the least fifteen pounds of marijuana, my face lit up as I smelt the large bush.

"You the realist," I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck.
"You welcome," he pecked my cheek before making its way to my ass. Tapping it repeatedly, "Now hurry up we got places to be." I nodded before getting my shoes and spraying perfume. Throwing my fur over me just in case it got chilly. Karim reached for my hand as we made our way to his car.

After driving for what seemed like hours we pulled into this lit lounge, it was pretty nice considering the clubs I've been to. We had a reserved table and bottles of Ace waiting there for us. "Happy birthday!" We clinked glasses before holding small conversation.
"I've been thinking, ya know how things ended..." He gave me the puppy dog eyes.
"What about it?" I sighed while looking over at everyone enjoying themselves on the dance floor.
"Ion like how it ended, you already know that I love you," he grabbed my hand softy. I glanced down at it momentarily before chuckling.
"What's that supposed to mean? You wanna get back together?" I furrowed my eyebrows, snatching my hand away.
"You don't?"
"No. I'm good where I'm at, Karim, you really think that's right?"
"I felt like we was happy, what you mean? You act like it was this terrible ass relationship. Like we ain't had a good time together."
"I mean yeah but I've moved on now."
"With who?" He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Myself, nigga. I knew I shouldn't have even wasted my time," I mumbled the last part while getting up. He attempted at grabbing me but I snatched away alarming the security, giving him a look and he sat back sipping from his glass. I forced myself through the crowd to get to the bathroom. Going in and touching my makeup before just attempting at clearing my mind, it wasn't working as well as wanted.

Making my way back out I was tapped, glancing back. "Trinity, right?" It was the cute boy from the bar the other night.
"Pretty boy?" He chuckled and I smiled softly. "Wait, how'd you know my name?" I furrowed my eyebrows and backed away slowly.
"When you and that guy came in he called you that and you paid with your card," I nodded.
"You never gave me your name."
"Carlito," he swiped his tongue over his pink lips.
"Yeah," I lost myself in his light brown eyes. "So...um, what you doing here?"
"Just hanging, but the girl I came with was on some other shit. How about you?"
"Know how that is," I blushed making him laugh hard. "But it's my birthday, that's why." I laced my hands in front of me.
"Oh, word? Happy birthday ma!" He hugged me quickly and I almost melted in his arms.
"Thank you!"
"Now I owe you a drink or at least a dance," he held his arms open with this cute facial expression that made me just wanna kiss all over his face.
"I actually came here with somebody," I scratched the back of my neck, looking up at him.
"Please don't say that bastard from the bar."
"No, the one who came to get me. He's my good friend," I shrugged innocently.
"Oh, well he won't mind." He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor.
"I don't even know how to dance!" I yelled over the music while blushing up a storm.
"It's easy just move ya hips," he pulled me in closer by the mid of my back. I glanced up at his concentrated face as I slowly moved my hips to Controlla. Lifting it and dropping it quickly. "You don't know how to dance?" He whispered in my ear as I spun. My ass rubbing against him as he moved me against him.
"Maybe a little," I blushed as his warm breath fanned on my neck. He pulled me into him more aggressive making me feel his package, rolling my eyes back and working it harder on him. We ended up dancing to a few more songs before I figured I'd go back and check on Karim.

"Wait, lemme get ya number?" He looked down at me handing me his phone. I handed him mine too and we exchanged numbers before going separate ways. Something about that kid charmed me. But don't they all. Walking back to the section Karim was buzzed and I shook my head.
"Where was ya at?" He slurred sitting up.
"Bathroom, can we go now?" He didn't respond just staggered up onto his feet before leaving out of the section, being pushed back by security.
"Where you going? You ain't paid for ya section." He smacked his lips.
"Man if you don't get ya fucking hands off me, swear on everything I'll blast ya cap back."
"Oh, right? Sir until you pay for your section you will be held here."
"Fuck outta here!" He waved him off, watching his face I knew it wouldn't be long until he started doing dumb shit.
"Look, here." I grabbed a wad of cash from my bag. "That should cover it, let's go!" I drug him behind me to the parking garage. "Where's your keys?" I asked impatiently once we got to the car.
"Nah, nah I'm driving!" He avoided my hand.
"You can barley see, my nigga, ain't no way you driving."
"Shut the fuck up," he grumbled as he tried opening his car. Just looking like a fool.
"Give me the keys, Karim." I tried grabbing them but he moved away from me.
"Move yo! 'Fore I punch ya lil ass," he finally opened the door and got in. I went around and got in,"Get out. You aren't driving anywhere drunk." I calmly stated.
"Don't fucking talk to me Trinity!"
"What the fuck?" I sighed.
"Oh! You think I ain't see you and ya little mans bumping and grinding on the dance floor? What kinda shit, Trin? I bring you out trying to be cordial and that's how you play with me."
"Boy please, you know the hell you've put me through."
"I've put you through? Are you dumb? You've got a whole damn child, was stripping, all this shit you dirty bitch and I still find it in my heart to love you! What the hell?" He gritted and I scoffed before being punched in the face. My face went numb and I began bleeding everywhere, I gasped at the amount of blood rushing from my nose and mouth.

He didn't even do anything just sat there oblivious. "Stop bleeding in my shit." He took off and I grabbed some napkins from the console, dabbing at my nose and mouth. I cursed under my breath at the pain. We surprisingly made it safely to my apartment and Karim decided to come in. I couldn't even find the words to tell him to go home, I allowed him to et comfortable as I changed out of my bloody clothes. The bleeding eventually stopped but my face was swollen and sore. Grabbing blankets and pillows I set them on the love seat, "There's ya pillows and blankets. Need anything I'm in my room," he didn't even acknowledge me just unlaced his shoes. "Night." I walked back to my room and made sure to lock my door behind me.

Trinity birthday outfit in multimedia.