Make A Choice: The Final Installment

Current Life

I was finishing up cleaning my tables when one of my coworkers bombarded me, "Girl! Guess. What!?"

Destiny Philips, the one to help Heather and I get well acquainted with Las Vegas. That was my girl, and she also got us into a lot of trouble, but it was fun and worth it, so we always went with it. No telling what she was about to share with me, but whatever it was, I was definitely down for it.

I continued sweeping about my tables, "Girl, what?"

"So you know my cousin Yella right? Well, Yella is like my dawg, like we tight tight. So anyway, you know how he rap and he tryna make a livin' like that and shit...tell me why the opener for this concert had personal issues pop up and he called Yella and asked him if he could fill in for him, he gettin' paid, everyone else is down...and that shit is tomorrow night!" She squealed.

I just nodded my head. "Oh...okay?" Cool for him? I really could care less.

She rolled her eyes, smacking her lips, "Um...bitch, get happy or I'ma ask Heather's white ass to be my plus one...front row seat and V.I.P. tickets to meet and greet."

My eyes widen, and I stopped sweeping. She was lying. There was no way she had the hook up. Most times, her hookups landed us in trouble. But when she continued to smile wide, I decided to entertain it. "Okay...so who's concert is it?"

She clapped her hands together and yelled, "Da Baby! That nigga is fine as fuck and oh, girl come with me. I'm tryna steal his sperm and make babies with it, so I quit workin' for the white man, ya hear me?"

I shook my head laughing, "Stop, yo crazy ass probably would do some shit like that foreal."

When I say Destiny was down for the cause, I mean just that. It don't matter what cause it is, as long as it involves her doing something stupid, she was going for it, and like a stupid, I was right there with her. But I loved it.

"Fine, okay. Don't get mad when I'm sippin' some of the finest wine on my private island with you babysitting, cause Lord know I'm not keepin' that baby until somebody need proof that I'm on my mommy duties...so you in or not?" She questioned.

My answer quick. I already knew. "So whatchu' wearin' bitch?"

We both died laughing, until someone cleared their throat. I assumed it was our manager trying to be an ass about getting off his clock, but when we both looked, I held my eye roll, because I wish it was my manager.

Instead it was this light brown skin brother, with beautiful green blue eyes and light freckles scattered over his nose and cheeks. He was really small for his age, and he always dressed like he was a professor over somebody's class. And that afro, it was large as hell. His name was Ronnie Greene and he's a regular of mine.

One I'm not too happy to see.

"Yes?" I asked.

He smiled brightly, "Are you still taking tables?"

Happily, I shook my head, "No, I'm sorry but my girl Destiny can take care of you."

He gave her a look, before slightly frowning, then looked back to me. "No, that's okay. I was hoping to tell you about my new job I landed today...maybe I could take you out for drinks, if you're free?"

See why I couldn't stand his presence? He always requested for me and if he couldn't get me, then he'd leave. Every time he did get my section, he'd ask me if I was free for drinks or if he could take me out sometime, and my response was always, "sorry Ronnie, I would, but I'm so tired." Which I was foreal. I worked two doubles and I have to work tomorrow morning.