"You're so infuriating." Pep groaned squeezing at the air around Tash's head not wanting to inflict any pain.
"You're so hardheaded." Tash fired back. "How about you see things my way for once?"
"You're also fucking delusional." Pep hissed her teeth and pointed towards her office door.
Tash stared at her not wanting to obey such a simple order, "get the fuck out, Tasheka." Pep grumbled.
"Don't talk to me like that." Tash pouted deeply while crossing her arms across her chest.
"Sorry." Pep breathed in deeply and said, "please get the fuck out of my office, Tasheka."
"Don't call me that!" Tash stomped her feet.
"I'm going to say this one last time, babe. Get.out!" Pep forced out through clenched teeth with the veins in her neck revealing themselves.
"Love you." A wide smile spread across Tash's face before she strutted from the office.
Pep swore that there was something mentally off about Tash, she had never met anyone who never gave up on her and she was grateful but she was also afraid of Tash and her unpredictability. Tash hummed on her way down the steps and towards the kitchen, she thought it was best she stayed in the living area awhile since Ray was going to be here soon and she would have to let her in. Pulling the fridge door open, Tash realized that Pep drank her blueberry iced tea that she left to cool since earlier this morning.
"You skin and bones ass nigga! Drank my shit!" Tash slammed the fridge door shut and groaned loudly. "If it was the other way around I know you would square up and try to fight me."
"Yuh full a mouth so you must can fight." Tash rolled her eyes and mocked Pep.
Pep took a sip of the blueberry iced tea from her metal straw as she examined the paper in her hand. It showed the month to date profit and loss, and currently, her casino was experiencing a dramatic decline in revenue. She was expecting the owner and manager to be ringing down her line trying to get more money out of her, trying to bribe her into not pulling her investment but since they've been holding out for so long there must be a good reason for the steep decline in profit. So, Pep decided to give them a call.
Hearing the door being knocked, Tash knew it was Ray. Pep actually had a doorbell and Ray didn't use it because it felt too uptown. The Jamaican in this woman never hid itself as Tash heard, "SEEERVE!"
"Are you serious?" Tash swung the door open and came face to face with a nicely dressed Ray.
Tash pushed her feet in her slides and stepped outside to examine her beige and dark brown house, Ray watched her for awhile before asking "weh ya look fa?"
"Mi just a look fi see if corner shop deh pon the house or if you see one Digicel credit sold here sign. Mi just a likkle confused as to why yaa shout down the front door like a tenement yard this." Tash finally stood still and mean mugged Ray.
In a fit of laughter, Ray shouted "this wah crowd."
"You so fucking stupid, bruh!" Tash grumbled but in the light of the situation shouted along with Ray, "Can I get a wow?"
"WOW!!" Ray managed to get out before she doubled over in laughter.
"Watch the clown." Tash hissed her teeth trying to hold back the laughter, it was contagious and she couldn't hold in the cackles that escaped.
They both walked into the house closing the front door behind them, Tash finally noticed that Ray had something strapped to her back. "Is that a guitar?" She excitedly rushed towards the tall black bag.
