Page 51 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“Don’t do me. I can handle Evette just fine. Watch and learn,” Hazel snaps.
Hazel and Moon are racing next so Tiece and I get back into our rides and clear the strip for them. They are lining up when I make it back to the front of the bleachers. It’s almost three and more people have filled the park. Cars, ATVs, and motorcycles are lining the parking lot. A few more men have pulled up but it’s still a majority of women drivers with their rides.
Hazel and Moon’s race is close, too close to call it. Although Moon swears she won, the timing system clocked them both at 7.9 seconds. They both concede and agree to a rematch the next time we are here.
“I’m ready for a drink, some good ass food, and some hookah,” Hazel says. “Are you coming with us?” she asks Moon.
“Hell yes. Demari is with his grandparents and I’m kid free until tomorrow night. DayLux?” she asks.
“I’m cool with whatever,” I admit.
“It’s not that far from here. Follow me; if you can keep up,” Hazel teases before hopping in her Corvette.
Moon hops into hers and Tiece and I walk back to the parking lot for our rides. When we get to the end of the track, a blue NISMO creeps by. It circles the lot then comes back, driving slower.
“You know them?” Tiece asks, her perfectly arched brows pinched.
“No,” I say but as soon as the window lets down, I correct myself.It’s him. The guy I smoked at the street race.“Yeah, I do. I beat his bitch ass in a race,” I tell her.
His slow crawl comes to a complete stop and he drops his arm out on his door. He stares at me and I glare right back. If he’s trying to intimidate me, it’s not working. I’m not scared of any man that bitches up after losing a race.
“Let’s just go,” Tiece says nervously.
Without moving my eyes from his, I say loud enough for him to hear, hopefully over the music playing from a few vehicles, “Nah. He ain’t gone do shit but drive off.” When he smirks, I know that he heard me so I smile back. Then, he slowly raises his hand and points at me. “What?” I scoff and he just shakes his head before placing his arm back inside of his ride. The window then slowly lets up and he drives off.
“That was weird,” Tiece utters.
“It was stupid. I guess he was trying to scare me but obviously, he ain’t gone do shit but look dumb.”
“Niggas and their egos,” she says while shaking her head.
“I know right,” I admit. After shaking that dumb shit off, I trek on to my car and so does Tiece then we meet Moon and Hazel at the stop sign and follow them to DayLux.
DayLux is a cool ass day club located near downtown. There’s a small line congregated at the main door but it goes pretty fast and we are inside and seated in a back corner booth within fifteen minutes of parking.
Almost every chair, booth, and bar stool is filled. The tables are filled with drinks, large clear and gold hookah pipes, and delicious looking food. The vibe is chill and sexy and so is the music. I glance towards the DJ booth hoping that it might be Dash. It isn’t her though. I make a mental note to reach out to her because I haven’t since we exchanged numbers at the street race.
“I’m getting the new flight of margaritas. The flight of mimosas is really good so I’m sure the margaritas will hit too,” Hazel says as we each look over the menu.
“I don’t like jalapeño though,” Moon says. The flight has three margaritas: house, jalapeño melon, and strawberry. I’m cool with all three.
“I love it. We can swap,” Tiece says.
“Looks like we all getting the flight,” I say.
“And the rainbow hookah with D-9. You smoke right?” Hazel asks me.
“Yea, I hit my pen sometimes but I’ve never had hookah with D-9. I’m a light weight. Will I be able to drive my ass home?” I ask.
“As long as you eat,” Hazel says.
“I’m definitely eating. The brunch menu is still available. I’m getting the lobster fried BLT sandwich and truffle home fries.”
“Mm, that sounds good. I might get that too,” Moon says.
“I’m going to order Presha a flight too. I called her at the track and she’s heading here,” Hazel informs us.
“She really doesn’t like racing?” Moon asks.
