probably wanted one for herself,” Baby Doll suggested. “She be on ’em all the time.”
“I know that’s right,” Chestnut and Sugar cosigned.
“What is y’all talkin’ about?” I asked, frustrated.
Chestnut pulled one of Butter’s numbers and rolled her eyes. “Tell me you don’t be poppin’E every time before you go on stage.”
“She do. She go right up to Fiesta and sip it down with that Hen,” Sugar concluded.
“Sugar, I take a shot of liquor, yeah, but I don’t fuck with no E-pills, damn.”
“Ohhhh,” Baby Doll sang as if she had learned a secret. “They do what they did to that other chick, what’s her name?” Baby Doll started snapping her fingers.
“The Puerto Rican girl?” Sugar asked.
“Yeah, what’s her name?” Baby Doll asked.
“Ria,” Sugar answered.
“Yeah, that’s it. Remember when she first started here they put the pill in her drink and she got sick?”
“That’s right. They sure did,” Chestnut jumped back in.
“Whatever happened to her?” Baby Doll asked.
“I heard she strung out,” Sugar said.
“Yeah. I heard that, too,” Chestnut added.
“So y’all sayin’ Fiesta be puttin’ E in my drinks?” I snapped.
“Basically,” Chestnut said. “I know what a bitch on E look like, and you be that bitch every time you up in this muthafucka.”
I said no more. I finished getting changed and left the dressing room. I wanted to find out if what they had told me was true. I didn’t know much about E-pills. I mean, I heard rappers say stuff about them in songs, but that was it.
“Fiesta!” I yelled over the music.
Fiesta turned around to face me. She put a finger up and told me she would be over to me in a minute. She fixed a drink and put it in front of a customer, picked up her tip, and walked over to me.
“What’s up. You ready for ya solution drink?” she asked picking up the bottle that stored the Hennessy.
“No, no. I gotta ask you something.”
“Oh, what’s up?”
“Do you got any E-pills?” I leaned over and asked her in her ear. I didn’t want to come right out and ask had she been putting pills in my so-called solution drinks because if she sensed my anger she would have probably lied.
“Of course. You want one?” she responded proudly.
“Do what you do,” I told her, still feeling her out.
She winked her eye at me and poured the Hennessy in a shot glass. She then put the glass under the counter, and that time I actually paid attention to what she was doing. She had dropped a tiny blue pill in my drink at the same time that she put an ice cube in it. She gave me the drink and smiled.
“You been doin’ this all this time?” I asked her.
She frowned her face up and said, “Yeah.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said, innocently enough.
“You didn’ t? Well, I thought you did. I mean, Butter did come over here and ask for a solution drink right in front of your face.”
“That was my first night here. I thought that was just the name of the damn drink,” I told her.
“Well, sorry. I won’t put none in ya drinks no more,” she said casually, as if it were no big deal.
“It’s cool. You ain’t know,” I told her. I wasn’t mad at Fiesta. Butter was to blame. But I didn’t trip. I figured it was nothing to worry about since everybody seemed to be cool about it and I wasn’t sick or anything. I just felt some type of way when Chestnut and them told me shit was being put in my drink without me knowing. I don’t play that shit. Too many people get strung out after shit like that, and one of my biggest fears was becoming a fiend. After seeing how crazy that shit got my mom, I vowed that would never be me.
I sat down on the bar stool and looked around the club. I was feeling funny, like depressed. I didn’t feel like working. I wanted to take a shot like I usually did to get me in my zone, but I doubted it would work the same without the pill in it. And I didn’t want to request the pill because then
“I know that’s right,” Chestnut and Sugar cosigned.
“What is y’all talkin’ about?” I asked, frustrated.
Chestnut pulled one of Butter’s numbers and rolled her eyes. “Tell me you don’t be poppin’E every time before you go on stage.”
“She do. She go right up to Fiesta and sip it down with that Hen,” Sugar concluded.
“Sugar, I take a shot of liquor, yeah, but I don’t fuck with no E-pills, damn.”
“Ohhhh,” Baby Doll sang as if she had learned a secret. “They do what they did to that other chick, what’s her name?” Baby Doll started snapping her fingers.
“The Puerto Rican girl?” Sugar asked.
“Yeah, what’s her name?” Baby Doll asked.
“Ria,” Sugar answered.
“Yeah, that’s it. Remember when she first started here they put the pill in her drink and she got sick?”
“That’s right. They sure did,” Chestnut jumped back in.
“Whatever happened to her?” Baby Doll asked.
“I heard she strung out,” Sugar said.
“Yeah. I heard that, too,” Chestnut added.
“So y’all sayin’ Fiesta be puttin’ E in my drinks?” I snapped.
“Basically,” Chestnut said. “I know what a bitch on E look like, and you be that bitch every time you up in this muthafucka.”
I said no more. I finished getting changed and left the dressing room. I wanted to find out if what they had told me was true. I didn’t know much about E-pills. I mean, I heard rappers say stuff about them in songs, but that was it.
“Fiesta!” I yelled over the music.
Fiesta turned around to face me. She put a finger up and told me she would be over to me in a minute. She fixed a drink and put it in front of a customer, picked up her tip, and walked over to me.
“What’s up. You ready for ya solution drink?” she asked picking up the bottle that stored the Hennessy.
“No, no. I gotta ask you something.”
“Oh, what’s up?”
“Do you got any E-pills?” I leaned over and asked her in her ear. I didn’t want to come right out and ask had she been putting pills in my so-called solution drinks because if she sensed my anger she would have probably lied.
“Of course. You want one?” she responded proudly.
“Do what you do,” I told her, still feeling her out.
She winked her eye at me and poured the Hennessy in a shot glass. She then put the glass under the counter, and that time I actually paid attention to what she was doing. She had dropped a tiny blue pill in my drink at the same time that she put an ice cube in it. She gave me the drink and smiled.
“You been doin’ this all this time?” I asked her.
She frowned her face up and said, “Yeah.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said, innocently enough.
“You didn’ t? Well, I thought you did. I mean, Butter did come over here and ask for a solution drink right in front of your face.”
“That was my first night here. I thought that was just the name of the damn drink,” I told her.
“Well, sorry. I won’t put none in ya drinks no more,” she said casually, as if it were no big deal.
“It’s cool. You ain’t know,” I told her. I wasn’t mad at Fiesta. Butter was to blame. But I didn’t trip. I figured it was nothing to worry about since everybody seemed to be cool about it and I wasn’t sick or anything. I just felt some type of way when Chestnut and them told me shit was being put in my drink without me knowing. I don’t play that shit. Too many people get strung out after shit like that, and one of my biggest fears was becoming a fiend. After seeing how crazy that shit got my mom, I vowed that would never be me.
I sat down on the bar stool and looked around the club. I was feeling funny, like depressed. I didn’t feel like working. I wanted to take a shot like I usually did to get me in my zone, but I doubted it would work the same without the pill in it. And I didn’t want to request the pill because then
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