"Sweet sixteen enuh, try it!" Kyan has been trying to get me to do a shot with her for the past hour and a half maybe.
I gently push her hand away.
"Me no like how it smell Kyan," with my head rapidly swinging from left to right, I make my rejection clear.
Nuttin weh smell so should be ingested. People just wicked to themself.
"You so boring," she laughs, seeming to give up. "Only gwaan like you bad enuh, you no bad yet," she adds.
She alright enuh. One a we liver ago damage and anuh mine.
Her hands move up, bringing the shot glass to her mouth. It would also be her first shot. She usually has mixed drinks instead but decided we should try atleast one shot tonight.
"Why you never take the shot on your sixteenth birthday?" I watch her– she's still struggling with the decision of taking it or not.
"You did a fifteen and me wah company?" her eyes pull me in.
Nope! She nahgo convince me.
"You really nah do it with me?" her voice now holding nothing but faux hurt.
I giggle, "Kyan put it down. You not even say mek we try wah lil Appleton or supm. You gone straight a Wray and him wicked Nephew."
"If we start with the baddest then the rest ago good," she pushes.
I laugh out this time, before taking it from her and putting it back on our little table. Yes... we get table 'cause Kyan come in here come buy Moet just to sing me happy birthday.
The Moet...
A hookah...
The Wray and Nephew...
Bottles of water and cranberry...
... And the only thing we drink ah the cranberry dem. The hookah look like it all burn out to how we 'fraid fi pull it.
But it's 'all in the name of vibes and support' as she say.
My phone vibrates and I pull it out to see if it's any of our mother's.
It isn't... it's Jacen. I roll my eyes, as a way to fight my smile.
Facetime? really?
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