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some chill,” I said as I
rolled my eyes. It was only when I opened them that I realized that
I had just been talking to myself. Feeling like my attempts to calm
my best friend down weren’t registering, I walked to my bedroom
where I found her rifling through my walk-in closet.
“The hell?”
“Here. You haven't even taken the tags off this.” The
dress that she flung my way hit me in the face. I caught it before
it hit the floor and put a hand on my hip. “I’m not going.”
“Blu. We don't have time to debate this. This nigga
probably has some little pop tart twerking all over his lap right
now. We need to get dressed and go. Now!” she screamed.
She grabbed a few items from my closet, walked into
the bathroom down the hall, and slammed the door. I sighed in
frustration because I knew there was no way she was letting up. I
really didn’t have a choice but to get dressed and participate in
this fuckery.
****
Nakami and I hopped out of her Porsche, already faded
from hitting the blunt, and she tossed the keys to the valet. It
was around 12:45 a.m. when we finally arrived to South Beach and
there was still a line around the corner. We bypassed that shit and
walked straight into the club as the bouncer recognized Nakami as
Grey’s girl. The club was live and, although I had been reluctant
to go, I was warming up to the idea of partying the night away. I
knew Nakami wanted to hunt down Grey, but I wasn’t about to be
going on an embarrassing dummy mission with her. So I had called in
reinforcements. I spotted them standing by the bar.
“Domani! Yhazmine!” I squealed as I approached my
friends.
It had been a while since we had hung out, but I was
glad to see that they had made it on such short notice. Domani and
Yhazmine were a set of fraternal twins that I had met when I
attended community college. Domani stood about 5’5” with dark brown
eyes, black shoulder length bone straight hair, and a body like
Draya. Her sister, Yhazmine, was around 5’7” with a cute blonde
pixie cut, slanted almond shaped eyes, and a body more reminiscent
of Ciara. They were both bad as fuck and cool as hell. When they
saw me approaching, they screamed and embraced me.
“I'm so glad ya’ll made it!”
“Girl, truth is we were already headed here. I heard
that this was the new hot spot so we had to check it out,” Domani
smiled.
“Yeah, you know my man did a good job
with this place.” Nakami walked into our conversation with a
satisfied look on her face.
Yhazmine rolled her eyes. “We already know that
you’re sleeping with the owner, Nakami. No need to flex.”
“No flex, boo. I just needed to make sure ya’ll
understand that he’s off limits.”
“Anybody that fucks with your crazy ass is just as
mental as you are. So you don’t even have to worry about that,”
Domani remarked before she dropped a few bills on the bar. She
snatched up her drink and walked away with Yhazmine on her
heels.
Domani and Yhazmine did not like Nakami. They put up
with her because she was my best friend, but they thought she was a
loon and a half. I couldn’t blame them. When they first met, Nakami
got us kicked out of a restaurant for throwing her food on a waiter
who she had suspected spit in it. And that was something light
compared to the stuff I had seen her do. Nakami acted on pure
emotion 99% of the time and never felt it necessary to get all the
facts before she lost her cool. But I had to fuck with her the long
way because no matter how out of pocket she got, she always had my
back.
I started to walk away to catch up with Domani and
Yhazmine, and Nakami pulled on my arm.
“Where are you going?”
“To kick it with them. I told you I would come with
you, but I'm not about to be in the middle of your foolery. Handle
your business, but I’m going to be over there.” I pointed in the
direction of my friends.
“Oh, yeah? So you mean to tell me you’re not going to
check your boo about that half naked
rolled my eyes. It was only when I opened them that I realized that
I had just been talking to myself. Feeling like my attempts to calm
my best friend down weren’t registering, I walked to my bedroom
where I found her rifling through my walk-in closet.
“The hell?”
“Here. You haven't even taken the tags off this.” The
dress that she flung my way hit me in the face. I caught it before
it hit the floor and put a hand on my hip. “I’m not going.”
“Blu. We don't have time to debate this. This nigga
probably has some little pop tart twerking all over his lap right
now. We need to get dressed and go. Now!” she screamed.
She grabbed a few items from my closet, walked into
the bathroom down the hall, and slammed the door. I sighed in
frustration because I knew there was no way she was letting up. I
really didn’t have a choice but to get dressed and participate in
this fuckery.
****
Nakami and I hopped out of her Porsche, already faded
from hitting the blunt, and she tossed the keys to the valet. It
was around 12:45 a.m. when we finally arrived to South Beach and
there was still a line around the corner. We bypassed that shit and
walked straight into the club as the bouncer recognized Nakami as
Grey’s girl. The club was live and, although I had been reluctant
to go, I was warming up to the idea of partying the night away. I
knew Nakami wanted to hunt down Grey, but I wasn’t about to be
going on an embarrassing dummy mission with her. So I had called in
reinforcements. I spotted them standing by the bar.
“Domani! Yhazmine!” I squealed as I approached my
friends.
It had been a while since we had hung out, but I was
glad to see that they had made it on such short notice. Domani and
Yhazmine were a set of fraternal twins that I had met when I
attended community college. Domani stood about 5’5” with dark brown
eyes, black shoulder length bone straight hair, and a body like
Draya. Her sister, Yhazmine, was around 5’7” with a cute blonde
pixie cut, slanted almond shaped eyes, and a body more reminiscent
of Ciara. They were both bad as fuck and cool as hell. When they
saw me approaching, they screamed and embraced me.
“I'm so glad ya’ll made it!”
“Girl, truth is we were already headed here. I heard
that this was the new hot spot so we had to check it out,” Domani
smiled.
“Yeah, you know my man did a good job
with this place.” Nakami walked into our conversation with a
satisfied look on her face.
Yhazmine rolled her eyes. “We already know that
you’re sleeping with the owner, Nakami. No need to flex.”
“No flex, boo. I just needed to make sure ya’ll
understand that he’s off limits.”
“Anybody that fucks with your crazy ass is just as
mental as you are. So you don’t even have to worry about that,”
Domani remarked before she dropped a few bills on the bar. She
snatched up her drink and walked away with Yhazmine on her
heels.
Domani and Yhazmine did not like Nakami. They put up
with her because she was my best friend, but they thought she was a
loon and a half. I couldn’t blame them. When they first met, Nakami
got us kicked out of a restaurant for throwing her food on a waiter
who she had suspected spit in it. And that was something light
compared to the stuff I had seen her do. Nakami acted on pure
emotion 99% of the time and never felt it necessary to get all the
facts before she lost her cool. But I had to fuck with her the long
way because no matter how out of pocket she got, she always had my
back.
I started to walk away to catch up with Domani and
Yhazmine, and Nakami pulled on my arm.
“Where are you going?”
“To kick it with them. I told you I would come with
you, but I'm not about to be in the middle of your foolery. Handle
your business, but I’m going to be over there.” I pointed in the
direction of my friends.
“Oh, yeah? So you mean to tell me you’re not going to
check your boo about that half naked
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