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shelves, looking for a tumbler. Mark pointed my attention over the sink and I grabbed a whiskey glass. “What type of Greek function is this?” I poured my Armagnac and returned to the cipher at the pool table.
    “Our bicentennial. There is supposed to be nearly five hundred confirmed attendees. And I’ve remembered my rubbers,” Mark beamed.
    “Last I heard, AKAs were predominately sisters. I thought you didn’t do them anymore, bruh,” I teased.
    Eric burst into laughter. “That man is so fucking horny that he would stick his two inches into a Cheshire’s pussy!”
    The liquor had obviously settled into these two. Mark gave a hard dismissive wave. “I still love my sisters, you know. They’re bodies are like none other,” Mark defended.
    “Now, I don’t know about that one. I’ve seen some Asian sisters with tits and ass for miles and would put a Tanika and Kyisha to shame,” Eric argued.
    “I have a few of my Caucasian beauties who have the bodies of goddesses—tits, ass, ankles and wrists! At the end of the day pussy is pussy, riiiiight?” Mark stroked the air by winding his pelvis area.
    “I bet you can’t even see your dick over that goddamn meatball, man! Didn’t we talk about you working out? I thought you got a membership at your local gym? Shit, you know you can always come over to rec center and I’ll hook you up with one of our personal trainers. The ladies are going to look at you like you’re a geriatric pervert, man,” I scolded Mark as I was perched on a bar stool, and mostly because he’d lost his dad to heart disease when we were all in undergrad together.
    His father was young and so was his grandfather when he had expired a couple of decades before. I didn’t like that risk hanging over one of my best friends’ head. I could never express it to him that way. Men go the alternative route, we take jabs to express our feelings and fears. It adds pressure and is a manipulative method, but effective nonetheless.
    Mark snapped, “Fuck you, Jacobs! If I had your pesos, I’d fucking looking like a damn Greek god, too! You have a goddamn chef who cooks for you, a personal trainer who pushes you in the gym at your beckon call and a—” 
    “…a bad ass African American woman who is the epitome of a fucking Aphrodite, complementing his Adonis,” Eric chimed in, interrupting Mark’s weak ass argument. “Damn, that woman! She still haunts me in my wet dreams. When I think of how she shook her curves on that stage the night of your birthday bash, Jacobs, I get a boner!”
    “Oh, fuck you, too, Eric! This conversation is not about me and my affinity for Caucasian sisters. And by the way, Rayna is a great catch, Jacobs. But hell, I’d have her too, if I could afford it!” Mark practically shouted. He was getting emotional, per usual. I tried to stifle my laughter, but couldn’t.
    “Why thank you, Mr. Richardson. I appreciate your approval of my pussy,” I jeered evenly to Mark who, I knew after just a few more drinks, would become indignant and I was not up to calming his drunk ass down. I turned to Eric. “And to you, Gerrity. You can dream about my girl all you like…and feel free to include your palm to finish yourself off, but as soon as you come sniffing around her, I’m crackin’ your ass.” I gave him a warning glare. Mark toppled over in laughter from Eric choking on his drink. I guess he thought I’d forget about his grievances with his wife that included her scent a few months ago. “So when do the affairs begin, tomorrow?”
    “No, there’s a Meet and Greek tonight…fully stocked bar. You should come along, bro. It’ll be a nice change of pace for you. You know deep down you’ve always wanted to be an Alpha man,” Eric announced with haughtiness. He was nuts.
    “Oh, nah. If I were Greek material, I’da been a Q Dog . I’m too animalistic to be pretty.” I threw my tongue out like a dog, just like the Omegas do. With a scoff, Mark waved me off and Eric