Die For It

Chapter 4

"Aye! Gimme a full bottle!" I heard somebody yell

"I need a shot and he want a bottle." Somebody else yelled

I rolled my eyes, ready to throw a tantrum because I haven't even been here for an hour and everyone is yelling like crazy. Like damn, get up from the table, go to the bar, go to the dance floor—dance or something.

I went and served the few tables and sections that were calling out to me then went to refill my tray.

"See I gotta come to yo' place of work to get a drink wit' you, lying ass." Jazzy said as she sat down.

My eyes grew big, "I'm so sorry! I meant to text you but I swear I dozed off."

She rolled her eyes, "Girl, whatever." She said

"I would like cranberry juice and vodka, please, with a squeeze of lime and salt around the rim—a new glass as well." She said to me

I chuckled, "So busy tryna be mad and don't even know what I do for a living, I'm not the bartender—he is." I said, pointing to Manny.

He smiled and begin making her requested drink. I went and served a few more people then decided to take my break early to sit at the bar with her during the duration of it.

"Who did you go out to eat with yesterday?" She asked

"A friend, I have friends." I said, ready to be defensive.

She raised an eyebrow, sipping from her drink, "No, you don't, I'm your only friend."

I chuckled, "I do have friends, I seriously was out with a friend."

"A friend? Hmm, you didn't give a name and you're constantly addressing them as 'friend' so it must've been a guy."

I smiled, "It's really just a friend."

"What's his name?"

I sighed, "Why?"

"I'm like yo' best friend, what you mean why? If you don't give me a name at least tell me where you met him."

"Here."

"How does he look?"

I smiled widely, just thinking of how fine he was.

"Well damn, he must look like Jesus himself if you smiling like that." She said

I nudged her, "No, he's just real handsome. He's around your complexion, lot of tattoos, dimples and a nose piercing. He's tall, dresses nice and smells good." I explained

"Hm, sound like my type. What type of guy is he? Like is he clean cut or...?"

"Not at all, more on the street side."

She raised her eyebrows, "Better be careful wit' those street dudes, you know how Jordan will get if he finds out."

I shrugged, "He won't find out, and even if he does, the guy I'm talking to doesn't seem like he does what Jordan does."

She raised her eyebrows, "Don't be close minded, you'd be surprised. You aren't with him every second of the day."

I nodded, "You're right, I don't know. He just strikes me as a guy that doesn't do all of that, I know he's in the drug business stuff though. He's just so quiet and unreadable, I wouldn't know what he's into."