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Smirking, I replied,“Better keep that same energy tonight too.”
“You know I will. Gonna have your ass callin’ me Kiki again lol.” - Shakira
When I huffed a chuckle, it was just loud enough to draw the eyes of both Hunter and Hawk, Hunter being the one to ask, “Bro, what are you over there smilin’ and laughin’ at?”
“Just somethin’ your homegirl said,” I replied, giving a little without giving too much even though it was still enough for Hawk to conclude, “You talkin’ about Kiki?”
“Of course, he is,” Hunter chuckled. “Ol’ sprung ass.”
While I was busy side-eying Hunter, Hawk advised, “Don’t let this nigga shame you, Snoop. Love can be a beautiful thing.”
“Who said anything about love?”
Instead of responding to my question, Hawk and Hunter both looked at each other, pausing for a second before they busted out laughing. And all I could do was shake my head as Hunter said, “I’m happy for you, though, bro.Honestly. And I’m happy for Kiki too, especially after that Enzo shit.”
The mention of ol’ boy made me frown when I asked, “What Enzo shit?”
“You do know that’s her ex, right?”
Even though I’d technically found out from the internet first, I still answered, “Yeah, she told me.”
“And I mean, you’ve met the nigga. So I’m sure you can imagine the type of bullshit he was on.”
“Unfortunately,” I sighed.
“Lemme be fair, though, cause Kiki was on some bullshit too,” Hunter said, casually taking a bite of his food. “But I really think she was just tryna match his energy.”
While I was busy processing Shakira’s participation, Hawk chuckled, “Damn, Hunt. You sure seem to know a lot about they situation.”
“Yeah, cause I was there,” Hunter replied with a chuckle of his own. “And cause Kiki’s my friend.”
“Y’all ain’t never been anything more?”
The question made Hawk’s eyebrows shoot up while Hunter just narrowed his eyes at me like I’d asked him something wild. But I didn’t mind making shit awkward if that was the only way for me to get answers, the silence between us thick until Gerald came out of nowhere asking, “What in the Red Table Talk hell is goin’ on over here?”
In an effort to quickly get him up to speed, Hawk replied, “Snoop was just about to find out if Hunter used to fuck around with his girl.”
“And the answer ishellno,” Hunter responded, frowning hard when he insisted, “She’s not even my type.”
By the immediate looks of disbelief on both Gerald and Hawk’s faces, it was clear we were all thinking the same thing. But Gerald was the one to actually say, “Nigga what? Quitlyin’. Kiki is everybody’s type.”
“I didn’t say she was ugly. I just said she’s not for me,” Hunter argued with a shrug, taking it a step further when he added, “I’ve always liked my women with a lil’ more leg on ‘em.”
“Like Snoop’s fine ass little sister?”
“Ay, man,” I groaned, shooting a mean side-eye Gerald’s way that had him raising his hands when he defended, “I’m just sayin’. Baby girl can spike a volleyball down on my head any day.”
“I’ma have somethin’ else for your head if you keep talkin’.”
“Well damn,” Hawk grumbled, chuckling.
But I wasn’t taking that shit back, not even when Gerald suggested, “Bro, violence is not the answer.”
“Except when it comes to family,” Hunter chimed in. “Then it’sdefinitelythe answer.”
While I nodded to agree, Gerald responded, “Well considering I’m married, and Hawk is on his way to the altar, the only nigga at this table who Snoop might really have to run a fade is you.”
“Bro, ain’t nobody checkin’ for Snoop’s sister,” Hunter whined. “And I’m not checkin’ for his girl either.”
