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“Nigga potential for what?”

“Pussy. That’s what.”

I shook my head. This nigga loved the bitches. I swear at this point it had to be a sickness.

“Look over there. Corner table with the blue tee shirt.”

I looked in the direction where was pointing and shook my head. “Nah, she got kids.”

He chuckled. “How you know?”

She’s checking her phone every five minutes like clockwork, bro’. That screams complications unless you’re trying to be a stepfather in the door.”

“Hell nah.” He looked out and scanned the room again. “Alright. Black shirt. Long curly hair over there.”

I looked and nodded my head in approval. I knew exactly who shorty was. She owned a beauty shop up the block and she did Amia’s hair a few times when she was in the city. I’d seen her a million times while picking her up. “She ain’t you, but her sister is.”

“Shit, she’s fucking beautiful too. How you know that’s her sister an— You fucked already didn’t you?”

“Nah. She does Amia’s hair. Seen her a few times.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off Empress since he pointed her out.

“Oh, so you wanna fuck.”

I looked away from her and at my boy before shaking my head. “Yup. But she ain’t the type.”

“Your type orthetype?”

Just then she hopped down off the stool and walked into the direction of the restroom leaving her sister at the table alone.

“Look at God, making a way for a nigga.” Malik rubbed his hands together before he walked his happy go lucky ass in the direction of old girl at the table.

Instead of watching the ordeal I decided to tend to the bar while Owen went downstairs for the liquor refills. After helping a few patrons I decided to make myself a drink so I could enjoy the fight. A fight that I would have been perfectly fine with watching at my own place.

“I’d like one of whatever you’re making,” a sultry feminine voice filled my eardrum.

When I turned around it was the female Malik first pointed out with the blue shirt standing at the bar.

I chuckled. “Be careful what you ask for, shorty.”

She smirked, then slid into the bar chair. “I’m always careful. That’s why I’m asking you.” She winked. Hell yeah, she was somebody’s mama. She had hoops with the peace signs in her ears not to mention an indention where her wedding ring normally sat. That meant her trifling ass was married too.

“Bet.” I made her a drink identical to mine, before sliding it across the bar to her.

“What are you doing when you get off?” she asked forward as hell.

“Damn sure not being the reason yo’ marriage implodes. Go enjoy yo’ night with your girls and enjoy the drink. It’s on the house.”

Her expression showed how mortified she was, but I didn’t look at her for too long before I turned around and found something to do not facing her.

Laughter stole my attention from the dusting of bottles to busy myself. “You often turn them down like that? She scurried over to that table feelings hurt and all. She’s probably telling her girls that you’re gay or something along those lines.”

When I turned around, my eyes landed on Empress. I knew her name because my sister always said she didn’t trust anybody but Empress’s touch when she was in the city. “Doesn’t matter, wasn’t my type.”

She nodded her head. “Men have types?”

I laughed. “I do.”

Again she nodded. “Good to know. Can I get something that looks like alcohol, but is mock as fuck? I’m not in the mood to drink tonight.”

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