their drinks and checking to make sure all was well. Moments later, the visibly irritated waitress walked back up to the table, tray in hand. “Here y’all go. Enjoy.” She forced a smile setting a bottle and two glasses down.
“Hey, hold up! What’s the deal? We ain’t order this,” Leesa stopped her before she could walk away.
“I know you didn’t order it. It’s with compliments from the owner of the club, Tyrus,” she announced, nodding her head back in the direction of a table near the rear.
“Look at you. I see you still got it, girl,” J-Rite said, smiling as she poured the champagne for them.
“Shut up, girl! The last thing I need is for some nothing-ass nigga to bother me trying to be a big shot. I’m good on all that.”
A mere few seconds after Leesa said that they were rudely interrupted by a visitor to their table. “Hey, how you ladies doing this evening? Y’all good?”
“We’re both doing fine,” Leesa said speaking for her and J-Rite.
“Well, I hope y’all enjoying the champagne. It’s the best we have in the house,” he boasted, flashing a slight smile so that his gold diamond-encrusted tooth could be seen.
Leesa was all up in her feelings and wanted to let the seemingly generous wannabe mack playa know exactly where she stood. “Yeah, about that . . .”
J-Rite sat back already knowing Leesa was about to set Tyrus, or whatever his name was, straight. This nigga used to having hoes fall all over his ass. My girl ’bout to get him all the way together.
“You didn’t have to do that; you know, send no bottle over. We good. We can buy our own drinks, you feel me?” Leesa said with a mug on her face. She didn’t believe in letting a man take care of her if it wasn’t Hutch. She was the strong, independent type who didn’t want, expect, or take any handouts or free shit. Leesa knew sometimes free shit ends up being the most expensive thing you can ever have.
“No no no. It’s nothing. I like doing things for beautiful women like you two. Maybe we can go to the room later and y’all can do something for me. What y’all think?” he said, still smiling, letting the knot in his pocket be seen.
“Nigga, you got us fucked up! Fuck you think this is!” Leesa shouted as she threw her drink in his face. “I don’t know what kind of bitches y’all got up in this motherfucker, but me and my little sister ain’t none of them! We ain’t home grown from this part of town or city. Bitch, we from the D, and that disrespect shit don’t fly with us. Your money and bottom-shelf bottles ain’t nothing to us. We move in circles with real bosses— not chumps!”
One of his bouncers saw as well as heard what was going on and rushed over to the table. “Is everything good, man?” he asked, ready to earn his paycheck or possibly get killed.
“And if it wasn’t, nigga, you wasn’t gon’ do shit but get your feelings hurt too!” J-Rite said, grabbing a beer bottle ready to go to work.
“Yeah, man, shit is good; it’s all good,” Tyrus said to his boy, wiping his face, then licking his fingers. He was a thinker before a reactor; that’s what made him who he was. He was definitely going to make these two fresh-mouthed females pay for embarrassing him; just not now. “They don’t know any better. They not from around here. They from Detroit . . . so they say.” He walked off smiling, plotting, and scheming on payback for their asses.
“All right, let’s go, J-Rite, before I have to kill that fake idiot and his boy.” Leesa fought to be heard over the music while getting her purse and heading toward the steps. They made their way to the front door when J-Rite noticed two women in leather outfits watching them all the way to the parking lot.
“Hey, Leesa, look at them hoes over there. You think they up to something? I mean, they staring at us all extra and whatnot.”
Leesa looked in the direction of the women. “I don’t know what they want, but fuck ’em;
“Hey, hold up! What’s the deal? We ain’t order this,” Leesa stopped her before she could walk away.
“I know you didn’t order it. It’s with compliments from the owner of the club, Tyrus,” she announced, nodding her head back in the direction of a table near the rear.
“Look at you. I see you still got it, girl,” J-Rite said, smiling as she poured the champagne for them.
“Shut up, girl! The last thing I need is for some nothing-ass nigga to bother me trying to be a big shot. I’m good on all that.”
A mere few seconds after Leesa said that they were rudely interrupted by a visitor to their table. “Hey, how you ladies doing this evening? Y’all good?”
“We’re both doing fine,” Leesa said speaking for her and J-Rite.
“Well, I hope y’all enjoying the champagne. It’s the best we have in the house,” he boasted, flashing a slight smile so that his gold diamond-encrusted tooth could be seen.
Leesa was all up in her feelings and wanted to let the seemingly generous wannabe mack playa know exactly where she stood. “Yeah, about that . . .”
J-Rite sat back already knowing Leesa was about to set Tyrus, or whatever his name was, straight. This nigga used to having hoes fall all over his ass. My girl ’bout to get him all the way together.
“You didn’t have to do that; you know, send no bottle over. We good. We can buy our own drinks, you feel me?” Leesa said with a mug on her face. She didn’t believe in letting a man take care of her if it wasn’t Hutch. She was the strong, independent type who didn’t want, expect, or take any handouts or free shit. Leesa knew sometimes free shit ends up being the most expensive thing you can ever have.
“No no no. It’s nothing. I like doing things for beautiful women like you two. Maybe we can go to the room later and y’all can do something for me. What y’all think?” he said, still smiling, letting the knot in his pocket be seen.
“Nigga, you got us fucked up! Fuck you think this is!” Leesa shouted as she threw her drink in his face. “I don’t know what kind of bitches y’all got up in this motherfucker, but me and my little sister ain’t none of them! We ain’t home grown from this part of town or city. Bitch, we from the D, and that disrespect shit don’t fly with us. Your money and bottom-shelf bottles ain’t nothing to us. We move in circles with real bosses— not chumps!”
One of his bouncers saw as well as heard what was going on and rushed over to the table. “Is everything good, man?” he asked, ready to earn his paycheck or possibly get killed.
“And if it wasn’t, nigga, you wasn’t gon’ do shit but get your feelings hurt too!” J-Rite said, grabbing a beer bottle ready to go to work.
“Yeah, man, shit is good; it’s all good,” Tyrus said to his boy, wiping his face, then licking his fingers. He was a thinker before a reactor; that’s what made him who he was. He was definitely going to make these two fresh-mouthed females pay for embarrassing him; just not now. “They don’t know any better. They not from around here. They from Detroit . . . so they say.” He walked off smiling, plotting, and scheming on payback for their asses.
“All right, let’s go, J-Rite, before I have to kill that fake idiot and his boy.” Leesa fought to be heard over the music while getting her purse and heading toward the steps. They made their way to the front door when J-Rite noticed two women in leather outfits watching them all the way to the parking lot.
“Hey, Leesa, look at them hoes over there. You think they up to something? I mean, they staring at us all extra and whatnot.”
Leesa looked in the direction of the women. “I don’t know what they want, but fuck ’em;
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