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“Damn, do people still use taxis? I think we can use my Uber app and get them to pick us up. Uber is like a taxi without the sign, right?” I was confusing myself.
“It is like a taxi but we gone need a getaway car after we kick his ass. We can’t be waiting on the corner for a car to come,” Kenzie said and sat back down defeated.
“Damn, that’s true,” I agreed.
“Do you think a car would wait on us?” Keeva asked.
“Oh, I got it!” Kenzie said standing up again. “Let’s trick him into coming over here.”
“Right!”
“He comes through the door and we all attack! He won’t know what hit him,” Kenzie said.
“Damn you smart!” Keeva said. “Imma call his ass right now.”
Keeva picked up her phone and dialed Kerem’s number.
“It’s his voicemail what should I say?” Keeva rushed.
“Just tell him to come over here because you want to talk to him, but he won’t know that we are over here waiting on him.”
“Yeah don’t mention that we are over here because then he probably won’t come. But if he doesn’t come over then we will call a taxi and find his ass,” Kenzie finished.
* * *
Squintingto avoid the bright light from shining into my eyes, I tried to read the time on the clock on my nightstand.
Wait. My nightstand? When did I come home?
I wanted to lift my head from the pillow to look around, but my head felt heavy, and even the slightest movement made the pounding that I was experiencing increase.
“Good morning!” Samuel blasted.
“Shhhhh,” I said. “Why are you yelling?”
“I’m not yelling. You’re hung over.”
“Oh my gawd. My head is pounding, and my bladder is screaming. Is it possible for you to close the blinds? It’s so bright in here.”
“The blinds aren’t open, Vee.”
“Baby, please. Is there any possible way that you could use your inside voice? My hearing is fine.”
Nausea suddenly and violently washed over me. I jumped from the bed and made it to the toilet just in time to throw up the contents of my stomach. The stomach contractions continued forcing urine from my bladder. I tried to squeeze to hold in my pee, but that didn’t work. I threw up until I was dry heaving, finishing with a foul-smelling and tasting green substance.
Samuel came behind me with a cold towel for the back of my neck.
“I don’t know why this helps,” he said while helping me to my feet, “but it does.”
He carefully pulled my nightgown over my head avoiding smearing the vomit that was on the front of it.
“Come on and get in the shower. I thought you could hold your liquor better than this,” he chuckled.
“You try eating pork rinds and Oreos for dinner and taking shots of tequila. Then tell me about holding liquor.”
He turned on the shower while helping me out of my panties that were wet with urine. I wanted to be embarrassed, but I was far too hung over to care. Samuel left out of the bathroom after spraying a cleaning solution to clean up my mess. I stood under the warm stream of the shower willing my headache to go away and my stomach to stop hurting.
After my shower, I stood at the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I had black rings around my eyes from my eyeshadow and mascara. My lips were outlined in the dark lip color that I’d worn yesterday. I quickly reached for my makeup remover and face wash to clean myself up. Then I brushed my teeth until I felt like I’d gotten rid of the foul tastes that were lingering in my mouth. I opened the cabinet in search of some antacids and pain relievers. My head was pounding like all the HBCU drum lines were marching in my skull. My stomach was churning like if there were something left to throw up, I would be back over the toilet.I took some Tylenol then popped a couple of antacid chews in my mouth. I stepped out the bathroom and found Samuel sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a smirk.
