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36

》Delvin Ross

Ray won't let me get anymore shots and I'm sad ass shit.

"Rayy, please just one moree." I slur leaning against the bar table.

"Baby no." He answers for the 30th time.

I don't know, I haven't been keeping track. But he said it so many times it's engraved in my head.

My eyes start to tear up making him let out a sigh.

"You a cry baby when you drunk huh?" He asks just looking at me.

I been tearing up for the past 40 minutes cuz he ain't get me no drink. Im finna lose ma shit.

"Ray just get him have one more shot." Josiah says next to me.

He been lit ass fuck. We was dancing all night, he even taught me some Jamaican dances.

"See pa? Be nice like him, you being mean ass hell right now."

"He'on need no more shots as you can see." Ray points at me causing me to smile all brightly.

"See all fine. Ohh waiterr, can we get another shot of vodka please?" I raise my hand.

The bartender doesn't reply to me, only looking at Ray nervously. Ray shakes his head making the her look back at me with sorry eyes.

I smack ma lips a tear running down ma cheek, "man fuck all yall! Imma go talk to TJ." I pout, staggering away.

Ray tries to say something but he gets drowned out by the music.

I push through the crowd looking around for TJ big headed ass.

While searching someone grabs my arm making me immediately snatch myself away from them.

Who the fuck.

"Relax I don't mean to scare you." I hear, turning around.

It's a white boy who sounds...Australian?

He's holding a drink in his hand and wearing an all black suit.

"What's your name? You looked good so I wanted to know." He smiles.

I squint my eyes, unsure about answering, "...Del." I tell him.

"Hey, Del. Could I get your number?" He looks down at my body.

I don't say anything and just flash my chain, holding it up so he can see.

He raises a brow, confused.

"What's dat supposed to mean?"

He look too innocent.

I sigh holding back an eye roll, "I'm taken. But thanks for the compliment." I start to walk away and wipe away dry tear left on my cheek.

"Wait! How about I get you a drink?" He yells over the music.

That stops me straight in my tracks. I turn back around quickly, "really?"

"Yeah, what do you want?" He walks up to me.

"...what's your name?" I smirk.

.........

"So what do you want me to do again?" Oliver asks as we watch Ray and Josiah talk at the bar from afar.

He's not even tryna search for me. Fuck him. Ugly ass nigga.

Fuck ass little hoe.

Bum ass bitch.

Just pissing me off.