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°Deanne's POV° 3:30 P.M.
The AC inside KFC is working overtime, making me regret wearing the thin crop top I have on.
It's a Sunday afternoon, and we're in KFC-- Ali, Yan, and I. Mommy had to work an all-day shift today, and Ali claims she isn't in the cooking mood, and quite frankly, neither am I.
So, yeah...the great KFC it is.
Although I definitely don't mind one bit.
Shuffling in my seat, I click on TikTok at the same time that movement across from me catches my attention.
Yanique leans back in her seat, shaking the ice in her cup around before taking a sip of the Pepsi that's left in it.
"Mi nah lie," Yanique says, tossing a handful of fries into her mouth, afterwards, "bwoi...KFC fries nuh have di same buzz again. Dem too rahtid easy fi soggy nowadays."
"And when dem nuh soggy, dem either raw or dem can buss head," she adds, slowly folding the Zinger wrapper between her fingers.
"Yuh alway find sum'n fi complain 'bout eno, likkle girl," Alicia says, side-eyeing her. "Yet yuh still a eat it same way."
"Cause mi hungry, lady!" Yanique fires back. "Wah mi fi do? Starve?"
I laugh, poking at the fries in my own Zinger box. "Aye, the two a uno a sample eno. But Yan's right though, KFC fries kinda ugh nowadays. To me, Popeyes have the best fries."
Or Island Grill.
"Thank you!" Yanique says, pointing at me. "A so mi know Apple a mi cousin fi a reason eno! Because Ali a gwaan like a lie mi a tell or sum'n."
"Yeah, well mi nuh business, di chicken still slaps tho," Alicia says, lathering the fries on her fork with ketchup.
"Mi never say it nuh slap, miss!"
"Then stop complain den..."
Hear the people dem weh nuh like cook a argue over food...!
I giggle at the thought. "Ladies, employ some decorum please," I tease.
This gets Alicia's attention. Her face twists into a frown. "Apple, don't piss mi off."
Murda! I scream out laughing.
"No, fi real, uno see how all di popcorn chicken start come inna some little teeny-tiny box now?" Yanique interjects, shaking the empty box like somehow some more chicken ago drop out if she shakes it hard enough. "Mi swear, di Colonel and him people dem get meaner and meaner every year."
This gyal nawh stop eno...
Aye, KFC, Yanique Bailey is the weapon weh formed against you, memba mi say so!
