He didn't see shit but naked bitches and dollars signs around the strip club. He didn't pay it any mind. His attention was on the young lady below his VIP lounge section trying to get a clearly drunk man away from her.
"Aye Black, somebody here to see you." Ace voices behind him. Ace was Black's right hand man. His best friend and brother.
Black let his eyes linger on the female for a little while longer before turning around and placing his blunt back between his lips.
He didn't care for the person Ace decided to escort in his private area over looking the club. He didn't like people in his space.
"Why you come here man?" Black spoke in his usual mono tone while taking a seat and looking at the man who owed him money.
"You know I got hits on your fucking head right now? So you thought the smart idea was to show up to my club?" Black continued with humor laced in his voice.
Ace found humor in the situation and decided to laugh.
"This nigga thought it was a game of tag?" Ace snickered while watching Black interrogate the idiot.
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Poetrysometimes connecting with someone is more powerful than the human species gives it credit for. sometimes it can be too much. something new to touch can be hard to let go. but something new to touch isn't always easy to hold. easy love, easy come, e...