TOMMIE (COMPLETED)

THIRTY-ONE

"Nigga, we probably took like a thousand pictures tonight. These hoes are hella thirsty," Scrapp said laughing.

"Blood, you know how this shit goes," Lil' Scrappy said taking a shot of Patron.

"I guess it just never gets old."

After the females cleared, Scrapp noticed SAS wasn't around. He glanced over to his right and saw Tommie. He watched as she gave SAS a hug, and they talked for a while. The exchange of words had him on the edge of confusion.

Scrapp's pill had him feeling some kind of way. He knew if he was sober, he would have went bad on her for even being in his circle, but tonight there was to be no drama. Downing the rest of his Grey Goose, Scrapp walked over to SAS.

"What's up, Tommie?" he asked out of politeness. He didn't want to open up any doors, but he had to admit, she was looking right.

She was definitely one of the baddest females in Envy.

He tried to resist her, but for some reason, he couldn't stop staring at her. He didn't know if it was the alcohol, or if he still missed her, but there was always something about her that kept his attention.

"Hey, Scrapp, I just came over to wish SAS a happy birthday."

"I feel it. You here with that bitch-ass nigga?" he slurred.

"No, I came by myself. I am allowed to do that, right?"

"It's your world, lil baby."

Scrapp and Tommie talked for a few minutes, and for once, in a long time, there was no hostility. They tried to keep the conversation friendly.

She needed to avoid the discussion of her and Stevie at all costs. He was the furthest thing from her mind, and she wanted Scrapp to know that.

The sight of him broke her heart. Deep down she knew things between them would never be the same.

"You need another drink?" she asked looking at Scrapp's empty glass as she attempted to erase the painful thoughts from her mind.

"Damn, I been taking these down," he said flagging down the waitress.

"That's why it's good to come prepared."

Tommie handed Scrapp a glass of Goose and cranberry juice.

"What did you do to it?"

"Damn, like that?" she laughed, "I was just trying to be nice, Scrapp."

"Yeah, okay." He downed the alcohol in one gulp. The pill in his system eliminated the harshness of the vodka.

"You need to slow down, Scrapp. You don't even drink like that."

"That's the point," he said scanning the room, "Where that nigga SAS go?"

Scrapp tried to tear himself away from Tommie.

This was the first time since they broke up that they had been alone together longer than ten minutes. He was with Tiarra now, and he adored her, but he didn't know if he could trust himself around Tommie. The familiar always felt way too good.