One Shots

cartoon | iman shumpert

I pulled my hair down into two side ponytails while I stared at myself in the mirror. There was a cartoon costume party in Hollywood tonight and if someone knows who you are off bat, you get in free.

I grabbed my keys and drove downtown, to where the party was being held.

"Aw shit. Penny Proud." The bouncer said. He dapped me up before letting me inside the club. It was packed. Bitches were in skimpy outfits and niggas were all in jean shorts. Lookin real regular.

I looked out of place but I didn't care at all. I went to the Vip section and greeted some of my friends.

"You hard as hell. You even put the mole." My friend, Miles, said. I laughed and dapped him up. He sat by me and lifted his phone up. His flash turned on, so I knew he was recording me on Snapchat.

"Hey y'all already know who it is. It's ya girl Penny and you're watching Disney Channel." I smiled while playing with my ponytails. He laughed as the video ended. "You a damn fool. But I'm finna go find some hoes. I'll catch you lata."

He dapped me up again. "Spin a bend." I said. That was my catchphrase. To me, it meant just about everything. See ya later, have fun, call me. Literally everything. But to everyone else, apparently it meant a drive by.

"Wassup lil Penny." I looked behind me and saw Lebron. His fat head ass.

"Wassup foo." I smiled. He needa buy me a drink. I'm thirsty and I'm definitely not boutta spend my own money at this expensive ass club.

"Want a drink?" He asked while sitting beside me in the booth. I shrugged, his ass knew good and damn well I wanted a drink.

A bartender came as soon i as Lebron raised his index fingers. "Aw yeah wassup, two Sprites."

"Tuh," I laughed and flipped my ponytail so it would lay on my back. "One Sprite, one Daiquiri." I smiled at the man. He scribbled our order down and Lebron just shook his head.

"You know one lil bitty glass of those are $20 right?"

I nodded. "I know, that's why you payin for it and not me." I smiled. I know he didn't think I was about to pay for that damn drink.

"You trippin dick." He got up when the bartender came back with our drinks. Talk about saved by the damn bell. He gave Lebron the check and I got up and sat on an empty chair. I started to sip my drink while spinning around but someone stopped my chair.

"Penny Proud drinking a Daquiri? I must've missed that episode." My eyes adjusted to the fine man staring at me while biting his lip.

"And I ain't never know Riley was tatted up." I tilted my head to the side.

"Ight, ight." He held his hands up. I smiled at him, admiring all his characteristics. Like his braided hair, all his tattoos I could see even though most of his boy was covered up, and that huge dick print I saw through his cargo shorts. "How ya been? Fame been treating ya well?" He looked me up and down and licked his lips. "Somebody been fuckin you well I see."

I smacked my lips then rolled my eyes. I swear, this nigga just skipped the whole small talk and got started on my body. But I don't like small talk anyway. Especially not with a fine nigga like this. His big sexy ass.

"Yeah I have been hit from the back a few times." I got out of my chair and put my hand on my lower back, making my butt poke out more and look bigger. "And he used to nut on my face. See how clear it is?" I turned and rubbed my face. I didn't have on any makeup.

"Aw shit word? How about we gon head skip allat otha shit and head to my house right now?" He whispered into my ear. I was flattered but I definitely didn't let it show.

"You think I'm finna go home wit you, sober?" I asked. He chuckled and held his hand up, a bartender coming his way almost instantly.

"Twelve shots of tequila." I looked at him like he was crazy. Did he not know what tequila meant? "All on ya boy."

I smiled. That's what I like to hear. "And a bottle of Hennessy please." I smiled at the bartender as he scurried off.

"Hennessy huh? You can handle ya liquor I'm guessin." I looked at him like he didn't know who I was.

"Iman, cut the shit. You know I can handle the shit. Ya wife can't." I shrugged. He laughed before biting his lip. I assumed he was gonna take up for her but he didn't do anything but laugh. Damn. Sounds like it's trouble in paradise.

"Nah, she don't even fuck wit all this shit." He shrugged as the bartender came back with our drinks. These niggas working fast as hell.

"Where she at anyway?"

"Man why you worried bout allat?" He asked while taking a sip of Hennessy from the bottle. I rolled my eyes.

"Cause I'm not tryna get set the fuck up, the fuck?" I took a shot of the tequila. It burned my throat as soon as it went in my mouth. It tasted like damn mouthwash.

"Who the hell you talkin to?" He put the bottle on the table gently and stared at me.

"Iman damn Shumpert." He balled his fist up. It wasn't our first time doing this so I already knew his big ass was mad. So that mean he finna be extra hard and extra aggressive, which I love.

"Don't start this now. Cause I'm not afraid to choke yo ass out just cause we in public."

I smirked and bit my bottom lip. "Gon head baby. I ain't stoppin you." He shook his head before downing the rest of the shots.

"Drink ya Hennessy so we can go." I smiled and downed the bottle in less than two minutes.

"See ya at ya house playboy." I tapped his shoulder before leaving the club. I went to my car and was about to drive to his house, but I didn't even want his dick that bad. I had shit to do tomorrow and I definitely didn't need to be limping.

He called my phone three times and texted me over twenty times while I was on my way home. I got in my house and poured me a glass of long island iced tea.

"Cheers." I said as I snapped a picture and sent it to Iman.