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“Baby girl, you want something to drink or smoke?” Price asked.
“Look at this nigga.” Ryan laughed.
Quinci looked at him with a crazy ass look on her face.
“Oh, my bad, shorty.” Hepushed his fitted back, showing her hiskinky hair. “My mama made a couple bad decisions. I’m half and half.”
She laughed. “I was about to say, but I’ll take both.”
“Here. I just finished rolling this one.”
Price handed her thelitblunt, and I wanted to see what she was going to do with it.She pulled on it, inhaled, blowing smoke out her nose and mouth, staring directly at me. I knew that innocent girlshitshe played was bullshit.
“Youwasasking me something?”
“What did you say your name was again?”
“Hazel.”
“Oh, yeah. I’m not good with names. But nah, I wasn’t asking you nothing.”
“That must be your girl or something.You stopped talking when she came in here.”
Both Fiona andQuinci looked at her but ignored it as Price handed them both shots of Tequila.Before I could curse her ass out, Diesel tapped her leg and pointed out the section.
“We don’t do that over here. Yougottago.”
Hazel stood up, trying to pull her friend up too, but Dieselstopped that.
“Nah. Just you.”
Her friend didn’t leave with her, so she stomped away from us, making us laugh.
“I don’t blame you, girl. I’drather hang with rich niggas all day, than haterbitches,” Fiona stated,tapping her shot glass againstQuinci’s before they threw them back.
“Damn,that’s how y’all get down in the country?” Price asked.
“Yeah, let me tell you how Quinci get down when she ain’t working.Well, back in high school,on the weekends, we’d hang out at the grove, drinking and smoking. Her grandma makes the best moonshine, and we always mixed our alcohol with fresh orange juice.That shitwas so good.Have you seen a farmer this bad? Be honest.” She grabbed her thigh and laughed.“I’m playing. She hates being called that.”
“I bet,” Price responded.
“It’s a great place to live.You all should visit someday.I wanted to go home for CG Day, but I know the warden will say no.”
When I cut my eyes to her, she was pulling on the blunt, blowing smoke toward me.
Diesel laughed.
“What’s the date?”
Her eyes lit up. “Last weekend in August.”
“Cool. Let memake sure that we have a lot ofshittoget done that weekend.”
Her mouth dropped. “See what I be talking about with him?”
The alcohol and weedweresendingsignals that I was trying to ignore. They were telling meto tell Quinci to come sit on my lap, so I couldrub on her and tear the split of that skirt up some more. Yeah, I knew this was going to bea no on hanging out with at my assistant outside of work. The temptation was just too strong.
When Bruno Mars and Cardi B’s song“Please Me”came on, they both started singing.
