Pharrah LeTrae's POV:
"I'm sorry, Sir but my manager has advised me not to give you anymore service because you are very drunk. Why don't you just go home and relax for awhile and then come tommorrow and I'll give you as many drinks as you need." I told this highly intoxicated guy who has been bugging me for the last 20 minutes about giving him a drink. Omar my boss instructed me not to give him anymore drinks because of previous bar fights he's caused here at the pub. The guy can barely speak or walk and I don't know who's taking him home because he will not be able to drive correctly in this state.
"Please sweetie and maybe we can go to the bathroom and have a little fun!" He pulled me toward him and whispered in my ear with his stank breath. I was too weak to move away cause of his level of buffness. So I nodded my head no so I wouldn't have to smell his breath anymore than I needed to breath and I struggled to move away trying not to make a scene since it isn't good for buisness.
"Just fill up one those glasses and slide it over here and then follow daddy to the utilities," I continued to struggle and I felt a cup under my hand so I through the glass of vodka at him. He immediately let go and charged at me after recollecting himself.
Chris's POV:
I was sitting in the V.I.P. section of this club at my nigga's August release album for his new album Testimony when I saw a bartender being yoked up by an older drunk-looking man. She couldn't get away and she then threw a drink at him so I went to go see what was up.
I stepped between the pair to confront the drunk miscrient.
"Yo man go home and don't go bothering females," I told the guy as he tried to pursue the girl again. He flinched in fear of my voice and left in the blink off an eye. Never seen a white guy run that fast in my life but he musta been really scared of the woman beater Chris Brown as most refer to me as. Atleast he gone now.
"Are you, ok?" I asked being genuinly concerned for her safety. She had went back to cleaning as if nothing happened like she was used to it.
"Yeah it's fine. Happens everyday my boss always handles him but he not here today," she said without looking up. Her red wavy hair complemented her caramel skin perfectly.
"Are you sure? He was pretty drunk," I couldn't believe she wasn't worried.
" The club is packed cause we got celebs here so someone was bound to see it then help me. It just happened to be you so thank you and bye. I have a job to tend to."
"Wooaahh slow your role Lil' Mama ... If you'd look at me you'd realize that I am one of those celebs in the club tonight." Her head snapped up real fast and how deep brown her eyes were. They looked into her soul and I could tell she wqas a little annoyed by my persistance. Which never happens when I talk to girls. Once they realize who I am they immediately give me all their attention evn if they sitting next to their husband. What can I say the ladies love them some Chris Brown. I know your'e thinking Ima little cocky but who isn;t sometimes? We all got our moments.
"Uhhhhh........ First of all Trey Songz or a Chris Brown don't call me Lil' Mama I ain't one of ya hoes and don't think cause you helped me you getting any pussy. Go find one of your little mamas or hoes." Damn that kinda stung I wasn't even thinking of hittin' that and even if I was she already shot me down. I just wanted to make sure she was ok but l LIl' Mama do gotta a little shape to her and I like. She different from them groupies who be throwing themselves at me she making me work and I like it.
"Well what should I call you since you 'ain't one of my hoes' as you put it," I stated quoting her. She looked at me dead serious and said her name was Pharrah and that If need anything that has to do with drinks cool but otherwise I can get to stepping. I just got up and left she too bold for taste but it's kinda attractive. After tonight I'll be back to this club to talk to Pharrah and break down those thick ass walls thaty she got up against me already. But I gotta remember to keep it classy cause "she ain't no hoe."
