Page 24 of Hellcat Barbies: Imani
“I’ve barely known her for a week. I can’t bring her around my family yet. Ya’ll niggas might scare her off or some shit,” I say then set up my shot because he missed. “Eight ball corner pocket,” I say then take and make my shot, winning the game. “Drinks and wings on you, nigga.”
We place our cues on the rack, grab our drinks, then walk over to a table by the bar. As soon as we are seated, a server approaches and we order our burgers, some wings, and another round of drinks.
“How about Sunday?” he asks.
“For what?”
“Dinner, nigga. Pay attention,” he says. “Hazel told Presha that you have been smiling and shit all week at thewarehouse. You’re freaking Hazel out,” he jokes because Hazel swears that I never smile.
“Hazel’s full of shit.”
“Nah. You were just blushing and shit at the pool table so she’s telling the damn truth. Just bring her Sunday for dinner before my wife tries to kill a nigga.”
“I’ll ask her and let you know.”
Things with Imani and I are good as hell. After I cooked her dinner, we did exactly what she wanted. I stayed in bed with her sexy ass for the rest of the day. I spent the night with her last night and after this, I’m taking her to the race. I know that’s her thing so I want to surprise her.
“Nigga, you falling kinda fast?”
“You must’ve forgot how gone you were the first night you met Presha. It was her birthday and you couldn’t stop bumping your gums about her that next day. I called yo’ ass, remember?”
“Ion remember shit like that,” he lies then finishes his drink.
That nigga been stuck under Presha since that night a few years ago and their bond has only gotten deeper since they finally got married last summer. He’s happy and so is Dodge and I’m happy for them both.
“Bruh, yo’ ass remembers,” I tell him.
A runner brings our drinks first and our server is right behind him with our food. For a pool hall, The Local Cue knows how to cook a burger and fry some chicken. I don’t really fuck with too much else on the menu because I’m not trying to eat no salad or wrap from any pool hall.
After blessing the food, we both dive in. Today, like I do each Friday, I completed a second check on the warehouseinventory. We use a three-check system. First the girls give the count, Hazel recounts and verifies, then I complete the final. Even though we vet each girl and each one is a hard worker, I don’t trust anyone completely in this game. I was burned once and that shit will not happen again.
Inventory is tedious and takes a minute so I worked through lunch and my breakfast is long gone. I’m hungry as fuck and this burger is hitting the spot.
“Do you guys need anything else?” our server returns and asks.
“A bottle of water,” I say.
“And a Heineken. I can’t eat wings without one,” he adds. “Oh, and I need to get something to go. The ten piece with sweet potato waffle fries. Hot honey, extra sauce, all flats with honey mustard and make sure the wings are extra crispy.”
“I got it,” she says before walking off.
“For wifey?” I ask.
“You know it. It’s Friday and she doesn’t cook on Fridays and Saturdays.”
“Plus, she’ll kill yo’ big ass if you come home full and shit and don’t have food for her.”
“Yea, her mean ass will shoot me right at the fucking door,” he agrees with a smirk. “But check this. I got to holla at you bout something,” he says less jovial.
“What?”
“I talked to Vee Vee on the way here,” he says, referring to his sister. She’s in Philly now. Her and Aunt Vivian moved there once Brick and Dodge got locked and stayed.
“Is she good?” I ask, concerned. Vee Vee just came seem to get it right with niggas. If he’s a fuck boy or no-good, shewants him and she’s always calling her brother to get her out of some shit.
“Yea. I think she finally found a decent dude. He’s in the church and shit and works at that Brewery, Yards or something.”
“That factory on Spring Garden,” I say, knowing where it is.
