"What makes you think you can handle all dis'?" I asked with a grin, deciding to play along with his little game. He deeply chuckled. "Naw baby I think it's gon' be you who can't handle dis'." He stated confidently.
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Katrina "Bunny" Hernandez August 29, 2020 11:30 PM ~~~
Tonight was the big night. The grand re-re-re-RE-Opening of The Pynk. Drama filled the space we shared. Mercedes and Mississippi were practicing while Roulette and Whisper were do their thing. Mississippi quickly moved out of the way before Mercedes could crash into her as she rapidly slid down.
"That's why a bitch always gon' foreva be fallin'." Roulette commented as Mercedes rubbed her shoulder. She had quickly slid off the pole before she could go tumbling like she did last time. "You should've been stepped back onnat pole, soon as dat shit happened." She added walking the stage. "You spooked." She sat on the steps.
"Bitch what?!" Mercedes was offended. "You just betta stay off mine, cus a bitch ain't finna be murked in the club by some big booty fallin' out da sky." Roulette commented.
"Bitch you ain't worthy to be up on da same pole as me." Mercedes replied. "You got life fucked up if you think I wanna be up on yo' ole gray hairy pussy havin' ass pole." Roulette gave her a once over, turning her face up. "Bitch I'll fuck you up." Mercedes stepped in Roulette's space. "I'd like to see you try to play a game of roulette wit' me." Roulette got close to 'Cedes. "Oh, folks 'round hure know I loves to play Russian Roulette." Mercedes shot back.
Autumn quickly came between them. Roulette pointed at 'Cedes as if she pointed a gun and pulling the trigger. "We do need to think about safety. And utilizing each other's strength." Autumn stated as Roulette sat back on the steps. I just rolled my eyes.
"Mercedes, if you can't hold that move at that point, can I suggest that you base for Keyshawn?" Autumn asked. "I ain't basin' for not nanh one of dese' bitches." Mercedes said menacingly. "Clearly you can't hold it very long." They both stood with their arms crossed in front of one another. We all watched, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife.
"And who's fuckin' fault is that." She shouted stepping chest to chest with Autumn. "Big L! Big L!" Cliff yelled getting up to de-escalate the situation. Lo just slowly looked up from rolling his blunt. I chuckled next to Lo. Mercedes continued to shout while Cliff attempted to hold her back. "Real mature Mercedes." Autumn just stood there as Diamond walked over.
"Whose fault is it?!" She yelled over Diamond's shoulder. "Aren't you tired of the blame game? If you wanna fly, pick up those wings the sun melted off yo' back. It ain't anybody's fault but yours. Quit blaming me." Autumn ranted. "Only thang I blame myself for is when I went innat room. Put seven pounds of pressure on da trigger and put the wrong person in paradise." Cliff kept calling Mercedes. Most of what she said was unintelligible to me as she spoke lowly. "Is that how you really feel?" Autumn asked rhetorically.
