Page 44 of When It’s All Said And Done

“After we tire these kids out today, I’m down to hit the streets.”

“Oh shit! Hell must done froze over! Let me get these muthafuckin’ kids up so we can hurry up and get the damn day over with,” she exclaimed as she hopped out of my bed.

Once I was alone, I went over to my suitcase to figure out what I was going to wear. Since Nas and Chance took the girls shopping when we landed, they already had their matching outfits picked out and ready to go. After I got dressed, I styled my boho knotless braids before exiting my room. The girls were sitting at the table fully dressed while eating their breakfast. I decided to put something on my stomach while we waited for Yas to get ready.

“Y’all ready to hit these Atlanta streets?” Yas asked the girls as she entered the kitchen.

“Yes,” the girls answered in unison.

“Aww, I think y’all can do better than that. Are y’all ready to hit these Atlanta streets?!”

“Yyyyeeeeessssssssss!”

“Alright then! Let’s do this!”

I don’t know if it was the hype up Yas gave the girls before we left or what, but baby they hit these Atlanta streets hard. From the hours we spent at the aquarium to all the walking we did at the botanical garden. Soon as we got back to the room, it wasn’t long before everybody crashed. I was sleeping so good to the point where I woke up with no eyelashes. As we were feeding the girls, their dads came over and took the girls away with them.

That worked out in our favor, as we waited for our Uber. We’d planned to go to a club tonight to let our hair down, but we needed outfits. Nas gave me his card on the first night to show that he was ready to spend money. I was hesitant to accept it but with me actually ready to enjoy myself, I was happy that I did. The ding on my phone alerted me that our Uber had arrived.

We went and got pedicures before we hit a few outlets. Once we found our outfits for the night, we headed back in. I hoped that Nas wouldn’t be at our room door because he’d called while we were out and I ignored it. Since he didn’t call back again or send a text, I figured it wasn’t an emergency. The last thing I needed was for him to come and foil my mood with his foolishness.

God must have been looking out for your girl because I was able to come back to the hotel and get ready without any mess from Nas. As I completed my lip combo, I gave myself a once over in the mirror. The outfit I put together was cute as fuck, I had a polka dotted shirt, purse, and heels with some all-black capris. It had my ass on full display, and my breast sitting up just right. It had been a while since I’d gotten all dolled up, and I still could put that shit the fuck on.

“Ooooh, my bitch bad,” Yas squealed as I stepped out of my room. “That ass sittin’ up like two bunkbeds.”

“I know you not talkin’ over there lookin’ like a fuckin’ snack,” I complimented as I took in her two-piece polka dotted outfit. “We gonna be turnin’ heads all night, but we ain’t entertainin’ none of these niggas, yahemi?”

“You got that right! Tonight’s all ‘bout us. Let’s go.”

When we made it to the club, it was packed from wall to wall. Luckily, Nas' card came in handy one more time when I used it to secure the last booth for tonight. As we followed the girl to our section the men were on our necks just like I’d predicted. We decided to order two Hennessy and Cokes before she walked away to fill our order. I vibed to the music as I surveyed the area. Thinking of the last time I went out, I zoned out a little as I became uneasy.

“Sis, what’s wrong?” Yas inquired as she patted my thigh.

“Just was thinkin’ ‘bout the last time we were out,” I disclosed as the server came back with our drinks and a bottle of Hennessy some niggas sent over to us. I waited until she left to continue with my conversation. “Somebody stole my damn battery outta my car.”

“Girl, that’s not gonna happen tonight so chill out. We aren’t in Miami and we didn’t drive here, so we are good. Tonight we truly enjoy ourselves.”

Unknown to me, Yas had ordered us both a shot of Dussé. Prompting our server to return before we hit our glasses together then downed the liquor. The moment I swallowed my first shot it made me feel like I’d had five with how queasy my stomach became. Shrugging it off I figured it was just my anxiety about the last time I was in a club. Not wanting this night to be in vain, I took a sip of my drink before dancing to the music.

“This my shiiiitttt!” I exclaimed as NBA Youngboy’s hit song What You Is came blurring through the club speakers.

I put my hands on my knees and started twerking my ass. Yas was smacking my ass while she hyped me up. The flash from her phone turned me up as I stood up and started clapping my ass with no hands. I was in my zone and enjoying the fuck out of myself until I didn’t hear Yas’s voice through the music or feel her smacking or rubbing my ass. When I turned around to see what she was doing, I damn near pissed myself when my eyes landed on Nas standing there with a pissed off expression on his face.

“Oh, don’t stop now keep throwin’ that ass on my dime, Baby Mama,” Nas insisted.

“Nas, why is you here?” I inquired as I looked around him for Yas. When I saw her off to the side talking with Chance, I focused my attention back on Nas. It was confusing the fuck out of me on why he was trying to check me like I’m his girl or some shit. “Because last time I checked I was grown as fuck and single, so from my calculations I can do whatever the fuck I want. So, make that shit make sense, my boy.”

“Make it make sense huh? How ‘bout I make that shit make cents by addin’ up all of my money you spent on yo’ lil’ night out. I believe my card was swiped for the pedicures, the outfits, the accessories, the bag, the shoes and the fuckin’ section you shakin’ ya ass in. Got all these niggas droolin’ over what’s mine.”

“I’m single as a dollar bill so you need to stop tryna claim me. I told you from jump you were ‘bout to spin that cash what you thought I was playin’.”

“Nawl, I ain’t think you were playin’ but I ain’t think you were gonna be spendin’ money on stuff like this.”

“So, you mad cause I’m at a club?”

“Nope I ain’t mad ‘bout no insecure ass shit like that. I’m offended y’all ain’t invite us to come turn up with y’all.”

“Because y’all are supposed to be watchin’ the girls. Speakin’ of which who has them? And if yo’ ass say they out there in the car I’m bout to go upside yo’ head with that bottle of Hennessy.”