Capone chuckled. “You know what you’re facing… gotta figure out if she’s worth that shit or not.”
Wylie came into the section with a woman, and her friend was with her. He sat down and kicked his boots on the table in front of us.
“Nisha and Montana,” he introduced them.
Nisha was all on Wylie, while Montana took a seat on the empty couch to the left of me. “Hi, how are you all doing?” she greeted.
“What up?” Capone, Capella, and Cappadonna said in unison, not interested, or trying to have their wives fly over here and bust them in the head.
Montana busied herself on her phone, while I polished off the rest of my cranberry mix. “Nish, we cannot stay out late tonight.”
Wylie was chilling with his usual black and mild tucked behind his ear. “I’m not keeping her out late… you both astronauts, right?”
Montana laughed. “Pre-med students.”
Quasim came into the section with his drink and a spliff already rolled. He sat down on the couch next to me, while Meer came and sat next to Montana.
“Doctors… we know a doctor.”
“Oh yeah? What’s his name?”
“On a need-to-know basis,” Meer replied, and sparked his spliff, while sucking back the smoke before releasing it out of his nose. “When my wife brings her fine ass over here, you better say I ain’t spoke to you.”
Montana was far from offended. If anything, she was amused, even though Meer was dead serious.
“Mine too… just got out the dog house... not trying to go back,” Sim replied, messing with his spliff before he sparked it.
We were all chilling in the section, while the women turned up in their section beside ours. I remember when Havoc told me about wanting to open this lounge, so to see this shit come to fruition was amazing to witness. I wanted everything good for my guys and would always show up and support.
The vibe had died down and wasn’t’ all rowdy like earlier. A nigga was getting older, and I didn’t want to hear a bunch ofwomen screaming ‘aye’ all fucking night while trying to get our attention. Nisha and Montana had stuck around for a minute and even chopped it up with the ladies. They ended up leaving our section and having drinks with the women before leaving.
Nobody, and I mean nobody, was on that dumb shit tonight. If they were, they weren’t leaving with their heads on their shoulders.
“Appreciate the mocktail menu, Hav.” Cappadonna looked at his cup, after sucking down three of whatever sunset mocktail he kept ordering. He had moved on from the pear and cranberry drink and was now on the sunset mocktail. “Shit reminds me of when I used to barten?—”
Capone removed himself from sitting next to his twin. “Not in the mood for yo shit tonight, Capp.” He laughed.
“You tired, but I had to watch this nigga lie to a man in the supermarket… talking about he used to be a manager in Far Rockaway.” I snorted, and leaned back, getting more comfortable in the cozy ass couch.
“That’s why he can’t go to Promise and CeeCee’s dance class anymore.” Capone laughed, shaking his head.
Meer downed another shot and then leaned over the section’s couch and grabbed another one from his wife. “Go ahead… you not nursing no more, slug that bitch down, Sug.”
Capri giggled, while she took the shot back, never removing her eyes from her husband’s. Sim looked over at Blair, who was dancing in her seat with her drink in her hand.
“We pumping and dumping, my love?” He questioned with his eyebrow raised, and she snickered devilish.
“Yes, Simmy Jimmayyyy.” Blair slurred.
Baby Cakes was feeling nice. I could tell she wasn’t drunk, but she was feeling good enough to let loose. She was trying to go shot for shot with Capri, before she realized she would lose. I watched as she continued to take a shot, then drink water,before taking another shot, while Alaia cheered her on. Erin had tapped out and was now sitting in our section on Capone’s lap, whispering fucking elephant facts in his ear.
He didn’t give a fuck if she was giving him the crabby patty formula, he was too into rubbing her ass and kissing on her neck. Shit, we were all grown, so nobody was cutting anybody off.
I think it was needed after the last time we got together. Shit ended with us calling it a night because I lost control.
Baby Cakes was stumbling, but she refused to give up. My baby was so damn stubborn and refused to back down from anything. That was something that I learned about her, and it was something I was determined to break her out of.
When it came to me, she needed to know that she could let those walls down and just exist. She didn’t need to be so hard all the time, and she could just breathe. Allah knew how much I wanted this woman and had prayed for her.
