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I hesitated for a second because that wasn’t something that I expected Bebo to say.
“You talkin’ ’bout them cats right there?”
Bebo nodded his head and placed a toothpick into the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t say anything.
“I mean, I don’t know. Why? What’s up?”
“We’ll talk. Just think on that,” Bebo replied, the toothpick still resting in his mouth.
I turned and saw Shabazz with a bottle of champagne in his hand, two-stepping to the music.
“Yo, I gotta put this nigga the fuck out,” I said to Bebo. “The muthafucka coming in your shit fucked up. I already told this nigga to sober up and maintain. The hit squad could be in this bitch! Everybody needs to be on point.”
Bebo cut his eyes toward Shabazz. “I thought this was my muthafuckin’ party?” he asked. “This dude actin’ like he got something to celebrate.”
I nodded.
“We might have to count down his days…” Bebo continued.
I was way ahead of him. “Let me go holla at Mia. Enjoy your party. I got this.” I walked over to Mia. “You see that chick over there?” I pointed in Jasmine’s direction.
Mia nodded yes.
“Her name is Jasmine. Go holla at her, introduce yourself to her and walk her out to the bar upstairs or to the bathroom or something.”
Mia knew not to question me about any moves I was making. Flashing her supermodel smile, she walked over to Jasmine and held out her hand. Jasmine smiled. The two of them began talking after shaking hands. After about three minutes I saw Mia walking out of the lounge area with her.
I be
gan pushing my way aggressively through the crowd until I found Shabazz.
“Yo, get your shit and get the fuck up outta here!”
“What?”
“Shabazz, you heard what the fuck I said! Bounce, muthafucka!”
“I been maintaining.”
“Muthafucka, I already told you your numbers is down, Brandon is still breathing, so you don’t need to be partying. You need to bounce and go put some work in. Ya feel me?”
Shabazz looked at me. Then he started to look around as if he was looking for his chick, or for somebody to come to his aid.
“My girl will make sure Jasmine is a’ight.”
Shabazz quickly nodded his head once, and then he slowly backed off and put the champagne bottle down on one of the tables before walking off.
Not much longer after that, the promoter arrived with the stripper chicks from Jersey.
“That’s you right there,” I said to Bebo, pointing in the direction of the scantily clad girls standing across the room.
Bebo gave me a pound. “That’s what’s up. You know I don’t need no introduction,” he said before grinning and walking over to the other side of the room.
I wasn’t a big champagne drinker, so I got the attention of one of the cocktail waitresses and asked her to bring me a bottle of white Hennessy. After a few minutes the waitress came back with my bottle, at almost the same time that Mia and Jasmine returned. Jasmine wasn’t immediately looking for Shabazz, so I played everything cool and didn’t mention anything about me putting him out of the club.
I nodded my head to the music and thought about the moves I had recently made and all of the new moves I had to make to stay on top.
CHAPTER 3
