For Her I Will...

When In Rome..

"Im freaking the fuck out, b" I yelled to my twin King after hanging up with Dior's assistant. "She sounded just like princess joe, like just like princess joe." My brother looked at me with the " Nigga-You-Buggin Face" and I continued to go on. "I called her princess and everything b, I gotta meet her. Its gone drive me crazy if I don't." He continued to just stare at me until I reached for my phone. "What the hell you finna do, Rome the Medium." He said laughing. "You finna call God and have him put yall on three-way or something?" I ignored his extra comical ass and continued to dial Dior's number. "Dior Levine speaking!" She said while answering the short ringing line. "Um, Your assistant, is she still around?" I blurted out in embarrassment. A long pause went over our conversation for about 2 minutes. "Its Rome Washington" I said to break the silence "I really have to speak to her, its important." At this point I didn't know what to expect back. "Listen nigga don't invite me out and then try to hit on my little sister this aint that type of party, Mr. Millionaire. That's why I'm just your realtor now, you broke down ass Idris Elba look alike. I knew you was a dog you the only straight brother I know from Bankhead." she barked back. I couldn't help but to laugh because I never seen this side of Dior, she was always so sweet and shy around me. "I just wanted to invite her along with us Dior, she sounded really sweet that's all." I said lying through my teeth. "Yeah whatever trifling, Her Number 901-551-5545, Good luck Chump" she said before rudely hanging up in my ear. I wrote the number on a old piece of news paper I used to pack fragile memories of me and princess. I stared at the number for a few minutes until King came and snatch up my phone. "Nigga you didn't just stand in the floor and act like a bitch just to freeze up now." he said while typing her number on the key pad. "Call the bitch." He handed me the phone and I listened as it just rung. She didn't answer. "Well, that's a sign lil bro it ai.." "Shut yo ass up and call again maybe she just aint see it. Bitches be busy" he said cutting me off. I pressed the number again, same scenario. She didn't answer. I laid the phone down and got lost in the moment. "Woah, baby calm down. Its Rome, Rome Washington" I heard my little brother say. I snatched the phone back so quick. 'WHAT IN THE ENTIRE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU DOING" I said freaking out. "Yo punk ass a favor. How you the best lawyer from here to Georgia and act like a bitch? Im starting to think we from 2 different nut sacks nigga." King said while throwing the news paper at me. "How the hell you get my number?" Danger asked aggressively but confused. "Yo bossy ass sister gave it to me?" I answered back nervously. "Yea its official she gotta go, what you want with me Mr.Washington?" she said sounding aggravated at this point. "A date would be nice and you can call me Rome. Mr. Washington my pops I aint old yet." I joked. "Well, Rome" she chuckled "I gotta work tonight but let me ask you something?" she said curiously. "Im listening?" I said almost cutting her off. "Are you one of them Washington Lawyer boys?" she continued. "Yeah im the oldest of those Washington Lawyer boys" I mocked. "Heard of me?" "Ironically, your commercial is what distracted me from answering you the first several times you called. I was just saying how important black lawyers are in Memphis." she said sounding like one of those black lives matter activist. "Yeah the moneys good" I responded. "And it keeps me out of trouble at least, Can I ask you a question now?" I choked. "Go ahead" she said confidently as if she knew the question that was next. "Where do you work that you cant come out with me on a Saturday night, you must be a stripper or something." I joked. "Well, I am." I heard her voice change. "Is that a problem Mr. Millionaire" She said sounding as aggravated as before. I knew at that point I had put my foot in my mouth. "No its not a problem, I was just jok.." I tried to finish. "Naw your was just judging, I'm worth more than yo little law firm boo. I choose to dance nigga don't judge me. I can buy you." she yelled before hang up on me. I thought to myself what the hell just happened. I knew there was only one strip club worth going to, in Memphis though. So I ran upstairs and started to get dressed when I noticed I needed a hair cut. "King?" I yelled down stairs. "I know you know some good barbers foo?" I listened for him to respond."Yeah my boy bubba gotta shop on Beale Street. He the hottest barber in Memphis I heard so it might be a wait, but ill call." he said sarcastically. "Yeah, Nigga do that." I said. "Where we going any way GQ" he said while silently laughing. "The Elegant Pony" I yelled before stepping in the shower.