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Y’all want some blow, let’s do some blow.” He placed the gun down on the table before taking a seat. “C’mon, let’s get this party started. Y’all want some blow?”
    â€œNah.” Kaykay shook her head. “I’m trying to stop. That shit ain’t good for you. I…1 need to split back to my crib. My man is waiting on me.”
    â€œBullshit, Topps says we gonna do some blow. Y’all gonna love this shit ’cause I carry only the best for my friends, so let that nigga wait like everybody else. Get yourself over here.”
    â€œTopps, stop it. The girl told you that she needs to get home.”
    â€œYeah. I heard, and she will after we party a little bit. No party, nobody leaving this mutha, and that’s word. Now, do as I say and bring yo’ asses over here.” From his pocket, Topps took out a small brown vial and removed the black top. “Like I said, I keep the good stuff for good friends.” A tiny pile of the white powder was spread on the same mirror Neema and Kaykay had utilized earlier. “Come try this,” he said, after sectioning off five lines with the same index card. “Yo, who’s going first?”
    â€œThis stupid-ass, childish nigga,” Neema mumbled under her breath. She took a quick glance at her Cartier watch before stomping over to the table. As much as she liked flying lines up her nose, his offer really wasn’t a problem. She kept it quick. “Here, Kaykay,” she said, offering the cut straw. “Might as well get it over with.”
    â€œBitch, you crazy. How you know it ain’t poison he try’n give us?”
    Topps took the straw and flew one short line. “Like I said, only the best for good friends. You wanna leave here, we party first. Your choice, shortie.” Topps didn’t look up at her. “We could be here all night. Days even.”
    â€œHell, Kaykay, just do what he says so we can get on with our lives. I gotta get up out of here to pick up my kids.”
    Kaykay walked over. Hesitantly, she snatched up the straw and flew two lines. “There,” she hissed, throwing the straw down. “Freaking satisfied?”
    â€œYeah, bitch. You could say that. But I’ma be more satisfied when we get this party in full swing.” Topps stood up. “Now, it’s time to get clean.”
    â€œTopps, baby, please…please don’t start that shit. You got a problem with me, deal with me.”
    He took the gun up. “You know how I do it, Nee. Let’s take this party to the shower.”
    Neema screamed, “I’m not fucking playing with you!”
    Topps was in her grill in a flash. He grabbed her. “Do I look like I’m playing, Nee?” His harsh words were followed up with a back-handed slap. “This ain’t no game; this real.”
    Neema grabbed her face before making a lunge, but Topps was quick-aiming. Would he actually shoot her in the face? “Crazy fool! You didn’t have to hit me like that.”
    â€œYou bitches are too much, you know that? Stealing my shit and acting like I’m wrong when you get caught. Fucking crazy. Now get your asses in there.”
    â€œAin’t nobody stole shit from you! Why you bugging?”
    â€œOh, it’s ’bout to be crackin’ in a minute.” He aimed the gun in their direction. “Like I said, we taking this party to the shower area. You play, you pay. So you got two choices. Party and go home alive, or refuse and get popped. I can have a few of my soldiers here to clean up my mess in no time, and be on my way.”
    Seconds passed with a stare-down.
    â€œWhat’s he saying, Neema? What the hell he planning to do? I ain’t into no freaky-deaky shit with no female!”
    â€œHell, Kaykay, I don’t know, but c’mon. Just do what he says.”
    The women walked ahead of him to the restroom. The gun was still in Topps’