Never Satisfied: A New Orleans Tale

Playing it Close

A new day had rolled in and surprisingly I wasn't in bed. Nope, on this day I was in the living room, chilling on the couch, watching a bootleg copy of the latest blockbuster featuring Kevin Hart and pigging out on some Chinese food. And I wasn't by myself either, I convinced Nique to join me for movie night – something that Sky and I always used to do on Saturdays.

"This movie is so good!" I exclaimed, digging into my bowl of sweet and sour chicken.

"Yeah, but this DVD ain't worth shit. We gon' have to go to the movies and see this one night."

"Mm hmm."

"You killing that shit, huh? What is that anyway?"

"Sweet and sour chicken."

"Gimme some." He reached his hand in my bowl and snatched a piece.

"Hey!" I mushed his shoulder as he put the piece of chicken in his mouth.

"What, you can't share?" He pushed me back.

"No, you should have gotten your own!" I gave him another quick shove.

"A'ight, I see how yo' selfish ass wanna be!" He pushed me, causing me to lie back and before I had a chance to get up, he mounted me and started tickling my sides. I tried to push him off, but it was no use.

Laughing hysterically I screamed, "Stop!"

"You sharing?"

"Yes, yes! Now get off of me!"

He stopped tickling me and looked down at my heaving chest then into my eyes.

"What?"

"You got some pretty ass eyes. I see why they called you Hypnotic."

"Shut up!" I pushed him again, finally getting him off of me, and he hit the floor ass first.

"See! Now I'ma..." He took a swift look at the incoming text message on his phone. Fuck! What time is it?"

"What?" His sudden outburst startled me.

After eyeing his Movado, he replied, "Ay, I need to make a run, I'll be right back."

"Can I come along for the ride?"

"Naw ma. I'm just going to pick something up right quick. I'll be back in a few though."

"Please." I batted my long lashes and pouted.

He shook his head at me. "A'ight Baby Girl. I guess I could use you instead of picking up ol' girl."

"Well, let me throw on some clothes."

"No c'mon, you good. But ay, you have to do whatever I tell you to. And no questions." He got up and walked toward the front door.

Following behind him I asked, "So, where are we going?"

"Didn't I say no questions?" He scolded as we entered the garage. "You know how to drive right?"

"Yeah."

He threw a set of keys at me and I stumbled to catch them.

"We taking this and I want you to drive." He pointed to a raggedy maroon station wagon. And that shit had the nerve to have tinted windows and be sitting on twenty-two's at that!

"Scared I'm going to fuck up the Navigator?" I wondered, wanting to slap him upside his shit for wanting me to get behind the wheel of that monstrosity!