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I moved around the kitchen, singing along until I heard Shaina’s loud mouth ass from the door.

“Saviii! Where you at? Guess who decided to show up with me?”

I dropped what I was doing and skipped out into the living room. Selene stood off to the side, looking just like Mommy, smiling and shit. I put my hands on my hips and rolled my eyes playfully, looking her up and down.

“Oh, so your funny acting ass decided to show up? You finally wanna come have some fun with your sisters?” I said, snaking my neck and pointing at her.

“Girl, whatever. Gimme a hug before I change my mind and leave.”

She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me tight, and kissed all over my face like she did when we were kids. She knew I hated it, but she did it anyway. Today, I let it happen. Selene always did her own thing. Sometimes she showed up, and other times she didn’t. So, when she did come around, I cherished the moments.

“You ain’t fighting me? You must really miss me, Sav,” Selene said, pressing her cheek against mine.

“I do miss you, Lene. I want you to come around more,” I confessed, kissing her cheek.

“Okayyy, okayyy, you bitches need to break up this emotional shit. Mommy got my kids, my man got a fresh haircut, and my coochie got waxed yesterday. I’m tryna get drunk and go home to some grade-A dick!” Shaina said, walking toward the bar cart.

“And that’s why you have a one-year-old. Keep on, you gon’ have another one,” Selene said, pulling me toward the bar cart.

Shaina poured us a round of shots, then raised her glass. “To the Mercer girls. May our asses stay fat, and our bank accounts fatter. May we be as fine as Mommy when we’re her age. May the men we are married to and/or in a relationship with remain as obsessed with us as Daddy is with Mommy. AND let us get together more. Just the three of us. We all we got.”

“To God be the glory!” Selene shouted, clanking her shot glass against Shaina’s.

“God ain’t got nothing to do with this. Y’all hoes are out of order. But, to us.” I laughed, clanking my glass against theirs.

A knock sounded at the door, and I knew it had to be Devyn and Parker. I could hear Devyn on the phone, going back and forth with Azani, and I nearly choked on my own spit laughing.

“No, Azani, I don’t want you to pick me up early. Have fun with your friends… No, I’m not sneaking out. NO! You do have to wait. It’s only been two days, baby. Relax. Okay, I love you too.”

“Damn, Azani. Let my girl breathe. She ain’t going nowhere. You know where Savannah lives. Jesus!” Parker said.

I swung the door open. Devyn stepped in, kissed my cheek, and went straight to the bar cart. Parker looked at me, and we both cracked up laughing. Devyn’s husband was obsessed with her on another level, but I knew my girl loved it. She complained, but she couldn’t go long without being with him either.

I looped my arm around Parker’s, and we walked over to the bar cart. Devyn was pouring a second round of shots for us, and I had a minute to really look at her outfit. I don’t know how she found a pair of Pastries, but she had some.

“Biiitch! Where did you find those shoes?” I squealed, plopping down beside her.

“Duchess found them on eBay for me. She’s a sneakerhead for real. These ran me three hundred dollars,” Devyn said, kicking her foot out.

“We gotta take some pictures before we get too drunk. Where’s Hilary?” Shaina asked, jumping up from the couch.

I grabbed my phone off the side table. Hilary said ten minutes ago that she would be here shortly. Just like clockwork, another knock sounded at the door. Shaina went to answer it. When she came back, Hilary walked in behind her, wearing a Juicy Couture velour sweatsuit with Air Forces. Her hair was in a high ponytail with curled bangs. She definitely gave 2000s.

“Wassup, bitches?” she screamed, holding a bottle of Don Julio. She bent over, shaking her ass.

“Ayeee,” Devyn screamed, bending over beside her, shaking her ass too.

This felt good. All my girls in one place. Dressed up like we were on our way to a basement party with Baltimore club and GoGo music cranking through the speakers. When “No Hands” came on, Selene jumped up and started dancing. One thing about my sister; she could dance her ass off. Ms. Twerksum ain’t got shit on Selene.

“Ain’t no question why that bitch got three stair step daughters! Look at her!” Shaina laughed, watching Selene.

Parker wasn’t much of a dancer, but she joined in too, slapping Devyn’s ass and screaming, “Aye.” I knew it was over when Shaina started dancing too. If my unit wasn’t soundproof, they would have called the police about how loud my music was. Hilary poured more shots, Devyn threw some food on plates, and we just kept going.

“Uhmmm, Vannah, you promised karaoke! Where are the mics?” Hilary asked.

“Oh, girl, you ain’t said nothing but a word.” I stood and walked over to my TV.

I switched everything to my 2000s karaoke playlist and passed out the microphones. Hilary danced around, standing by the TV, already tipsy and ready to sing some shit that would have her calling the nigga she should have been left alone. She clicked through the songs until she landed on “Thinkin ’Bout You” by Frank Ocean.