Page 53 of All She Ever Wanted Was a Real One
By midnight, the club’s attendance had swollen in size, packed from wall-to-wall. For the most part, I sat back and watched the scene—niggas getting turned down trying to find their wifey for the night, females in tight clothes and heels trying their best to get chose, and people drinking and spending way beyond their limit knowin’ damn well they couldn’t hold their liquor or pay their bills on time.
“Happy birthday, X,” I called out to Xavier over the loud music.
“Thanks again for comin’ out, bro,” he replied, dapping me up.
I shook my head. “I can’t believe yo’ ass got me out here in the club like we twenty years old again or somethin’.”
He shrugged playfully. “Hey, at least we got a whole section to ourselves now and ain’t have to wait outside in that long ass line like everybody else.”
“You right about that,” I answered as my eyes snaked along every baddie shaking ass on the dance floor.
“See somethin’ you like out there?” Xavier quipped while gently elbowing my side.
“Nah. I ain’t gon’ find no wifey material in here.”
“How’s the new house shit going?”
“Great. I closed earlier today,” I announced with a proud smile.
Xavier’s thick brows heightened toward his crisp hairline. “Word? That’s wassup! Congratulations! We gotta drink to that,” X replied, raising his shot glass. “To grown man shit.”
“To grown man shit,” I replied, clinking my shot glass against his before tossing the tequila down the back of my throat. It burned all the way down to the pit of my stomach.
“Now, let’s get lit in this mothafucka!”
I was cool on shots for the rest of the night and decided to head to the bar to grab a beer instead of waiting around for one of the bottle girls to reappear.
“Go ahead. I’ll be back,” I stated.
A few minutes later, I was posted up at the bar, minding my business, while waiting on the bartender to bring me my beer, when a woman brushed up against my arm.It was a packed club, so initially, I didn’t think anything of it until she spoke up.
“You’re cute,” she announced. “You should buy me a drink.”
I twisted my neck enough to look her up and down with my eyes. She was cute—slim, thick build, probably around five feettwo, but the heels she had on gave her a few extra inches. I wasn’t feeling the dramatic ass lashes she had glued to her eyes, though. She could’ve been a runway model, and at the end of the day, she wasn’t Lex. I was convinced she would be a hard one to get over. No other woman had even come close. “Nah. I’m good.”
She smacked her teeth. “Leave it to another Chicago nigga to break a Southern girl’s heart. But it’s whatever. I can buy my own drink. I really don’t need you.”
“Cool.”
She fluttered her long lashes my way as she dramatically rolled her eyes. “It’s whatever. I didn’t wanna come out tonight anyway. Knew these Chicago niggas was gon’ be wack ever since I seen what my girl been dealing with.”
I could tell she was trying to bait me into having a conversation with her, but I continued to wait for my beer in silence. She smacked her lips again before sighing at the lack of attention she was receiving from me, although I was actively listening.
“Anyway,” she continued with an exaggerated eye roll that almost made me chuckle. “She dragged me all the way out here to confront her damn baby daddy.”
“They got a kid?” I found myself asking, but unsure why.
“About to in a few months.”
“She’s pregnant?”
“Yup, six months.”
“And she’s here in this smoky ass club?” I challenged in a judgmental tone.
“She’s desperate. It was the only way to get his attention. He’s got her blocked everywhere. That lil light-skinned nigga is a demon, let me tell you. Once their lil situation got out at work, he got her fired from the airline they worked at by reporting her as a stalker, then blocked her number and all over social media.Now you tell me that ain’t foul after you let a nigga hit it raw and shoot up your club.”
“Damn.”
