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Nisha gripped the edge of the door frame, holding it so tight her knuckles turned white. “Ha! Wouldn’t you like to know!”
She slammed the door in Kien’s face and turned around to lean her back against it, expelling a deep breath.
Tasha gave her friend a sympathetic look. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out their date hadn’t gone as planned. Tasha gave her friend a pitying look. She really felt bad for her. She’d been so excited to finally be going out with Kien. She’d worn a short dress that accentuated her body and curves. Her hair had so much mouse in it that it would take two washes to get it all out. She’d also worn a full face of makeup. It wasn’t that she’d needed it. Nisha was naturally beautiful, but she’d wanted to look and feel good for tonight.
“Aw, hon. I’m sorry it didn’t go well.”
Nisha pushed her curls from her face and glared at Tasha.
“O.M.G. Get down from there. You look ridiculous.”
Right. She was still balancing on her couch arm. Tasha dropped to the floor and grimaced at the amount of noise she’d made and hoped her downstairs neighbor didn’t notice. “Do you want me to make us tea while you tell me all about it?”
Nisha pouted and pushed off the door. “Can we have something a little stronger?”
“That bad?”
She nodded and dragged her feet to her favorite chair. Nisha dropped onto the cushion with a forlorn sigh. “Whiskey me, please.”
Tasha stopped in her tracks and turned toward her friend. Nisha liked the fruity wines and cocktails. A hard liquor drinker she was not.
“Did he hurt you?” she asked slowly. “Because if he did, I will go over there and take Big Bertha against his head.”
Nisha slumped forward and braced her elbows on her knees. “Nothing like that. Leave Big Bertha behind the door.”
Tasha eyed her aluminum baseball bat she’d had since her high school softball days. It was propped against the door in case someone made their way to her door who wasn’t supposed to be there.
“Nisha, he’s big but I can take him. Then we call the cops and tell them to throw that asshole in jail.”
“You know I would tell you if anything like that happened.” Nisha sighed again and flopped back against the chair while staring at the ceiling. “What’s taking you so long to get me whiskey, girl?”
“Okay, Okay. I’ll pour and you start talking. What happened?” Tasha continued to her small liquor cart where exactly five bottles were. She had two bottles of wine, a bottle of something her mother had picked up from New Orleans, a bottle of Long Island Iced Tea and a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey. She picked up the Tennessee Whiskey and made her way to the kitchen. “Start talking!”
“It started off okay, I guess. He liked the dress, the hair and make-up. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me.”
Tasha selected two wine glasses. Just because they were drinking whiskey didn’t mean they couldn’t look fancy too. “And?”
Nisha groaned. “It went downhill from there.”
In the living room, she set the wine glasses down and poured them both three fingers worth. Tasha settled onto the couch with wine glass in hand and curled her feet under her legs. “I’m not a mind reader, Nisha. You have to give it to me straight.”
Nisha picked up her glass and shrugged. “He just... He was looking at meandevery other woman too.”
Tasha cringed. “Ew.”
“Ew is right.” Nisha took a healthy swig then coughed and gasped. She pounded on her chest while choking for air. “Holy shit.”
Tasha chuckled. “You’re the one who wanted to hang with the big girls.”
Nisha patted her chest a few more times then cleared her throat.
“So that’s when you told him about himself and the argument started? You should’ve left his ass there.”
“The argument started when I matched his energy.” Nisha lifted her chin. “I stared openly at men.”
Tasha raised an eyebrow. “I take it he didn’t like that one bit.”
Nisha took another healthy swig and coughed again. “He. Did. Not. He told me to stop. Then I told him to stop. He said he couldn’t because his mission was to observe females of this place.”
