Today was the same as it always is, I start work at the club, wait, scratch that. Like almost every other Wednesday for the last year and a half I slept at my job to avoid Tyler and also get better tips because I'm here so early. There's no way my manager doesn't know I do this but I don't think he really cares because I attract so much male attention. Anyways it's not as bad as anyone would think, squatting in a strip club actually has its perks. I basically have my own private bathroom thanks to me spreading a rumor about how filthy it was to the other girls. There's showers here because well, men like dirty strippers but not dirty dirty strippers. We have a downstairs kitchen and break room, sort of like your traditional American Eagle store. I used to work there by the way but that store fucked with my self esteem and my patience so I quit. My manager here at Love Galore, is Frank Schinnezzi. He's nice, good looking, flirty, sort of like me but nowhere near my type. None of the men that come into the club are but I'm not looking for love or a relationship anyways because I'm already in one. My boyfriend's name is Shayaa and only I'm allowed to call him that, he's not very smart but something about him keeps me around. We've been together for 6 years. We've had a few bumps throughout the ride, that's a given. He makes music, just like me but we both have our regular lives. He's got his off-the-ground record label and I'm under contract with Kendrick Lamar's TDE label, I'm also it's First Lady. The reason I'm not under my boyfriend's is because our music styles and genres are extremely different and hard to mesh and the two of us understand that. Anyways, I've gained a little fame and that's all good and cool for me but I'm just too chill to let it go to my head. I'm from Missouri but I've been living in Cali for some time now. That brings me back to my cousin Tyler, we hardly get along and it's mostly because he's so weird. He was abandoned around 16, he called ny mom and well he's basically been living with us...in his house? It's a little complicated. Oh and my name is Solána; ma calls me "Soul," Shayaa calls me "Sána" because I "keep him sane," the strippers call me "Sizz," the gay bartenders call me "Sez," I tell the men that come to the bar my name is "Sasha" and anyone who listens to my music calls me "SZA."
"Talk to me." I answer my phone as soon as it rings. "Babe, I got a surpriiiise fa ya." Of course it was Shay' because literally nobody calls me during work hours.
"What is it baby?" I asked while mixing drinks. "Nope, not telling. Gotta be face to face." He said giggly, like a punk.
"Then come to the barrrrr..." I fake whined.
"I'm outside and you're leaving."
"Says who?" I ask while simultaneously serving.
"Me, have somebody cover you or somethin'"
"Like who?!" I sassed.
"Ask Nathan." He answered.
"Ain't no Nathan working here, there's a NayNay though."
"I ain't calling that man NayNay." Yeah, he's a little homophobic.
Long story short, I asked Nay to cover for me and he was happy to. Shayaa drove me to a record store and he acted suspicious the entire time.
