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“Saying what?” Becky asked with bated breath.
“She’s coming to the States,” Shizu correctly predicted.
I fired a shot at her with the gun made from my hand.
“I guess it’s about time, huhn?” Corinne shook her head.
“When?” Peach asked.
“Next month.”
“You want me to come with you?” Peach offered. “South Carolina again, right?”
I nodded with pursed lips. “Yup. Her only home here in the U.S. I’m still figuring this shit out. I’ll let you know if I need you.” It was still embarrassing to need friends present as support units when visiting my mother. “But I ain’t gone sweat it.” I got into a ballet dancer’s position, completing all five before singing, “I’d rather sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out!” I floated in the air, performing pump turns before landing gracefully on my right knee.
Shizu cheered and clapped, Becky hooted, pumping her fist, Corinne clapped, and Peach grinned. The girls fell into another conversation and some into their phones as I continued dance moves. Silk Sonic’s “Leave the Door Open” began on the stereo and I got lost inside my head.
“Shi-Shi!” I heard over the music as I fell into a split.
Becky’s cheeks were flushed, laughing her red head off.
“Did you hear anything she said?” Shizu asked.
“No.” I was confused. “What?”
“She asked if you’re sure you have all your shit for our flight in the morning.”
“Oh.” My lips pushed into the air. “I better have.”
I was staying here tonight because Shizu’s and my flight to Alaska was so early. She wasn’t an early bird, so I ordered a car to pick us up from here to take us to the airport.
Peach stood from the couch. “This piña colada is hitting on something. Let me go refill before one of you pour rum into the pitcher thinking I’m done.” She started out of the living room, but stopped when her phone alerted in her hand.
I stood and performed a two-step, loving this track. Bruno Mars usually had one song on each album of his that spoke to my soul. Silk Sonic had two, and this was one.
“Is it the key lime pie martinis you made having you like this, or are you just horny?” Corinne asked.
I pushed my arms in the air and thrusted my hips in a lewd fashion. This was nothing new for my girls. I always performed for them. Oftentimes, they’d join me.
Snickering, I explained, “I’ve only had two drinks. And horny? Not so much, especially after the cell D block dick I had last night.” I winked, sticking my tongue out then flapping it in the air.
“Damn, girl!” Shizu cheered. “Fuck up that new single title!”
“Whoop! Whoop!” Becky jumped from the couch and attempted a twerk.
Becky couldn’t twerk. So as a best friend should, I leaped in the air, landing right next to her and demonstrated a simple one.
“Aht! Aht! Aht! Aht!” Corinne chanted rhythmically, psyching us up. “Fuck it up, Eb and Iv! And look at Shizu’s little ass joining y’all.” I turned to my left and, sure enough, Shu was there tossing her ass. She could actually twerk. Shizu had always been a better dancer than Becky, and Becky lowkey hated it. But Becky wasn’t bad. She’d beat Corinne in a match easily, especially when tipsy. “Fuck it up,” Corinne continued. “Aht! Aht! Aht! Ah—wait a fucking minute.”
Becky broke sequence, grimacing. “Shit, Corinne, I was getting there!”
“No. Not you.” Corinne pointed to me. “You. Didn’t your period just come on a few days ago?” My hips stopped. “And ‘cell D’ dick? You talking about that guy—the one we saw atKhaos? The one you told Becky and Shizu about on the beach in the Caymans when I left? The one you wanted to T-Pain? Oh my god, Shi-Shi! You T-Pain’ed him?”
“The one I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut on, Corinne?” Becky straightened out her clothes, still beat red.
I nodded. “Yeah, Beck. That would be the one. Thanks, Corinne.” I shook my head.
Corinne recoiled, realizing her violation.
