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“Naw, I’m looking.”
“Well damn, how long you gone look?”
“How about you mind your business and watch these other mufuckas in the club.”
“I’m good. They not as entertaining.” I turned my head, but every time I glanced back at her, she was looking this way. Making sure my shit wasn’t ashy, I licked my lips. I’m sure she couldn’t even see me from over there, but I wasn’t about to take that chance. Not wanting to look like a creep, I tried to put my focus elsewhere. That shit worked for about thirty minutes, but when I glanced back over to their section, I noticed the same two cups they started with were sitting on the table empty. I waved the waitress over and waited for her to walk up.
“You good?” She asked, probably hoping we were about to get some more bottles of Louis.
“What they drinking over there?”
“The two girls?” I nodded. “Don I think.”
“Send them a bottle.” Key turned toward me, so I already knew what was coming.
“Simp ass nigga.”
“Man, watch out. It’s a bottle.”
“Yeah, for a bitch you ain’t talked to. If you wanted her, you could have walked your big ass over there. Instead, you sending gifts and shit.”
“I sent a bottle, not a Birkin.”
“First comes Don, then comes Birkin.” This time, I fell the fuck out laughing.
“Your ass irritating as fuck.” Not wanting to look like I was watching her drink the liquor, I went and sat back down. About an hour went by, and I had finally got drunk enough to stop watching Bubbles. My eyes were low, and I was ready to leave.
“Your girlfriend coming.” My eyes shot open, and suddenly, I wasn’t sleepy anymore. When she got close, I sat back not wanting to look like I was waiting on her.
“Get your dumb ass out the way,” She yelled at security, and I tried my best to hold back my laugh. This girl was hell. We motioned for him to let her through, and she stalked over. “I don’t need you to buy me shit. You could have kept this lil ass bottle.” She slammed it on the table while staring me down. Obviously, her ass was drunk and needed the liquor to give her courage.
“That’s not how you say thank you.” I kept my eyes on her, and I could tell I made her nervous.
“Thank you for sending me a drink I didn’t need you to buy.” She turned to walk off when I picked the bottle up. I was about to try and convince her to take it when I realized something.
“The bottle empty.” Bubbles turned to look at me and shrugged her shoulders.
“I didn’t say I didn’t drink it. I said I didn’t need you to buy it.” She stumbled out of the ropes and even if I wanted to be mad, I couldn’t. Shorty had my ass stuck. Unlike Key. This nigga was doubled over laughing so hard he had tears running down his face.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Naw, you said you wanted crazy. This mufucka brought you an empty bottle back talking about she didn’t need it. You got the Thanos of crazy. You wanted some razzle and she dazzled on your ass.”
“Like I said, crazy with a purpose.” Key went from laughing to shocked.
“What purpose did she serve by giving you an empty bottle?”
“Can you mind your business for once? I keep telling you it’s not what she says. It’s the meaning underneath her snapping off. She don’t need a nigga to do shit for her. I can respect that.” Key went back to talking to some chick he had next to him, so I looked back toward Bubble’s section, but they were gone. I was about to leave as well, when the waitress brought us over a bottle of Don.
“We ain’t order that shit.” Key yelled to her, but she sat it down anyway.
“I know, the lady over there did.” She nodded towards the girl that turned me down earlier. She passed me a napkin, so I opened it and read it.
Fuck her. I got you. Was all it said. Looking over to the girl, I nodded. This was what I meant when I said I wanted my bitch to have some personality. She turned me down, but not because she didn’t want me. She didn’t need my help and then watched me watch another woman. Instead of her making a scene, she sends me a bottle letting me know the door was still open for me, and I was about to walk through it.
“Don’t do it.” Key must have read my mind.
“Do what?”
