For You I Will

Four

Monica
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"Okay now, heifer, I told you to leave that crying shit at home," I told Brandy, passing a napkin her way so that she could clear her eyes.

After driving for about twenty minutes, I had taken us to a lounge I was very familiar with—it was one I ran to when I needed to not dwell on anything I was going through at home. So I knew it'd be the perfect spot for Brandy.

But with the song choices they were playing this night—which were never-ending love songs—she couldn't help but slip in deep thought of her now broken marriage.

Seated next to me trying to dry her face, Brandy told me, "Look, I just found out my husband likes dingaling just as much as I do, can't I cry about that?" She laughed, causing me to do the same.

I rolled my eyes, then pointed my index finger toward her. "Mhm. Fine, gone and cry. But you better not get to boohooing." I handed her another napkin. "Besides, you can't stop crying cause they keep playing this lovey-dovey shit." Annoyed, I made eye contact with the night's Dj, then exited my seat and headed in his direction.

I notified Brandy that I'd be right back, being that I didn't want to leave her alone for too long while in the state that she was.

Growing closer to the Dj, I put forth a fake smile. He was a chocolate-toned, muscular man that flirted with me on any and every occasion. Hell, we could be at a funeral and he'd try to holla.

Now, I didn't mind some innocent flirting, but this Dj was very well aware of my relationship with Cornell. He and Cornell were good friends at some point. I was uncertain as to what changed between them, but regardless, he was not worth me being unfaithful.

"What's up, Mo?" He greeted me, once I reached his booth. His eyes roamed my body, admiring all that was in front of him.

"Hey, how you doing, Silk?" I acted as though I hadn't noticed him fancying me, not wanting this moment to be anything other than what I came over for.
I then turned and took a swift glance at Brandy, hoping she was just as I left her.

"Shit, I'm cool," Dj Silk told me, adjusting the headset upon his ears so that he could speak directly to me. "But y'know I'd be even better if—"

"If you had me," I cut his words off, already knowing which would roll from his tongue next. I then rolled my eyes, sighing a bit. "Y'know, Silk, this lil' pick-up line you use every time I'm here is getting real old. I just came over here to request a song, that's it."

The man smacked his lips, disappointed that he had failed to win me over yet again. "Alright then, be like that." He then waved me off, shrugging his shoulders. "What you tryin' to hear, Mo?"

"Play some of that Toni Braxton, Just Be A Man About It," I told him, while reaching in my pockets to hand him a ten-dollar tip.

But Dj Silk rejected, pushing my hand away. "Now you know I don't like you tipping me. Keep that." He then tilted his head a bit, seeming curious. "What you tryin' hear that song for anyways? Nelly fuckin' round again?"

Placing the cash upon his booth—whether or not he desired it—I curled my lips to the side of my face, telling the man, "Ain't he always?" I laughed, then headed back to Brandy.