I sighed heavily as I opened the door to my apartment. Tired was an understatement after working a 12 hour shift at Wal-Mart. I just wanted to take a hot shower, warm up this leftover pork chops and macaroni I made, and watch Real Housewives. Stepping into my living room, I hear my tv blasting in my bedroom. Cairo. I thought as I walked back there. "Turn my damn television down. Your ass need a hearing aid cause this shit is out of HAND." I yelled over ESPN. "Just chill girl." He said as he rolled his eyes, but turned down the noise. I started to strip and gather clothes to walk into the bathroom. My phone started ringing. I let out a loud groan and stomped towards it. CA$H 🥰😝 would like FaceTime... scrolled across my screen. "YURRRRR , bitch I'm on my way. It's Friday night, yeen got no job, and yeen got shit to do!" Cashmere quoted from the movie Friday. "Rain check girl, I'm sleepy as HELLLLLLLL" I exclaimed, tired all over again just thinking about the hard days work I had put in. "Well I'll get you a Red Bull when I stop for the alcohol, but you're going out tonight. Thanks, Management." She hung up the phone and I stood with my mouth open looking at it. Cairo chuckled. "That's your friend." "I forgot to ask what the fuck you was doing in my shit when I walked in here. So.. what the fuck you doing in my shit anyway?" I said, narrowing my eyes in confusion. "Shit, not too much. Them pork chops you made was bomb though shawty. Let me find out you really like 'that bitch' in the kitchen as you say." he said, nodding in approval. "You ate the last of my leftovers too?? Damn, I can't have shit to myself. I want to go to sleep. I can't. I want to eat my leftovers. I can't." I started ranting, walking into the bathroom and slamming my door. I turned on the shower, twisting it as far as it would go. I grabbed my phone going to Apple Music and playing Key Glock 'Gang Shit No Lame Shit'. Soon as I walk through the do' Designer is head to toe I bobbed my head to the lyrics as I stepped inside. I grabbed my Dove Cocoa Butter body wash and squirted some on my loofah sponge. I let the scalding hot water pour over me washing away all the tenseness and sweat of the day. Young nigga all 'bout his dough My nigga come get yo' hoe I rapped along with my husband, and 2 minutes later I heard Cashmere ratchet ass join in. "Aye, if I ain getting paid then I'm getting laid! Okay then bitch, I see you getting in yo' mode!" she screamed. I playfully rolled my eyes and stepped out, grabbing my towel. "Yeah yeah, I'm mad at you I had my mind set on sleeping the rest of the night. How did I end up getting ready to go out with you?," I questioned, genuinely confused about the series of events that had transpired since I stepped into my apartment. She shrugged, happy because she had gotten her way with no argument from me. I brushed my teeth, and started to get ready. I heard a snap of a camera and turned around met by another one.
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"Perfect." Cairo muttered under his breath looking at me. We had been in a weird place lately. Both of us knowing that one was feeling the other, but not wanting to say shit because we were scared it would fuck our dynamic up. Shit, he had a key to my apartment! I would wake up some nights to him lying beside me not knowing when he'd come or where he'd come from. "I'm still upset about my leftovers beotch." I said, trying to make the moment less serious than it currently was. "Ugh, I'll buy you more love. Just chill" he repeated the phrase from earlier while wrapping his arms around my neck. I rolled my eyes and used my elbow to nudge him off of me. I unplugged my wand curler and walked around him to my closet. "I'm leaving," I said as I strapped my clear heels up. "Like that?" He asked me, eyeing my dress and shoes. "You need a jacket or trench. Something. That leaves nothing to the imagination" "Maybe, I'd rather it didn't." I rebutted and started to walk away. "Cashmere! C'mon dude I'm ready." Cairo yanked my arm back forcefully. I yelped in pain. "Ion think you heard what the fuck I said to you." He told me, and as I looked into his eyes I saw this blank look. His pupils were black, bottomless pits of anger. I pulled my arm from his grip and said, " I don't think you heard what the fuck I said, either." Suddenly, just as quickly as it had come the look disappeared. "Cool." He quipped. I watched in disbelief as he walked away and slipped back into my bed. Cashmere walked into the room and stopped. "Ready?" She asked, her eyes darting back and forth between Cairo and I. "Yup." was all that was said as I grabbed my clutch and sauntered out of the room, still confused by the way Cairo had just acted minutes before. The fuck did he think I had put the dress on for? My health? I followed Cashmere to her car and we made our way to the club. We walked to the bar, already lit from the shots we took in the parking lot. "Tequila sunrise for both of us. And some Henn shots." I shouted over the music to the bartender. He nodded and got started fixing our drinks. I noticed Cashmere engaged in what looked to be an interesting conversation with some fine light-skinned dude. I mentally nodded in approval. My eyes widened and I squealed as I heard the opening sound of my favorite song, Bermuda. If you knew me, you knew I loved Young Nudy. Yo, yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? I grabbed my shots and threw them back, got our drinks and started to tip toward Cashmere. Flat Shoals daily, daily strapped up, who want smoke with me? Catch me on Gresham at the Texaco, I'm drankin' lean Right there on Bouldercrest, I'm gassin' nigga, yeah Hellcat, you know I'ma just pass a nigga, yeah We rapped to each other, throwing up guns and gang signs we weren't affiliated with. Feeling good, I started to scope the building out. The niggas was OUT. I spotted a few well-known dope dealers in a section roped off across the room. One in particular by the name Black. He got his tag from the all-black apparel he always sported and the color of his blemish-free skin. Damn. I thought to myself. He was fine to say the least. I guess I stared to long because he turned his head to look me dead in the eye. He licked his lips and smirked, before full on smiling. His teeth were white and straight, a white gold bottom grill on full display. I watched as he raised his Henny bottle and winked. Cashmere damn near knocked me down hitting me to get my attention. "Damn Cash!" I yelled, bucking my eyes at her. "Sorry girl, did I just see Black wink at you? Fuck the wink, did I just see Black SMILE at you?" She said, full blown cheesing. "Put your teeth away. You did." I said, giggling. I was drunk as a skunk. And I had a blunt rolled up waiting on me at home. Home. Cairo. My mind for a moment went back to the altercation earlier and I physically shook it off because I'm grown, I'm drunk and I'm single. I looked back toward Black, seeing him already looking at me. I raised my bottle, and took a shot. And that's the last thing I remember before shots rang out and everything went dark.
