Page 110 of The Ninth

“MY GIRLLLL!” A regular that be too drunk to remember my name yelled.

“CASSSS!” Twist smiled. Who the fuck let him in?!

“Don’t talk to my cousin, bitch!”

I continued up the steps, ignoring everything that was coming out of his mouth. Once I got to the top, there were just two girls alone. One of them was slim, dressed in cute designer with long sandy-brown hair. She was looking me up and down, smiling like she was meeting her favorite Disney character. She’s way too innocent to be in here.

“Hi, baby girl!” I smiled back. “You Benny’s niece?”

“Hey! Yes, I am. You’re like...crazy gorgeous.”

“Aw! Thank you, baby. I’ma leave both of these bottles up here for ya. Do you want me to send people your way or y’all wanna be alone?”

Her friend was just dancing in place with absolutely nothing else going on.

“Ben told us not to do too much,” she rolled her eyes.

I cackled, waving her away. The only time I’ll listen to her uncle is when he tells me to grab my ankles. “Oh girl, please. Don’t nobody listen to your Uncle Benny! Let’s take shots!”

Walking to the table, I sat the two bottles down. The section comes with clean shot glasses and disposable ones as well. I grabbed nine, pouring liquor in each and every one. She needs to loosen up and say fuck Ben. I need a drink after speaking to Juan, and I know this is coming out of her unc’s pockets. Bottoms up!

Both of them hesitated as I threw the first two shots back. They quickly fell in place, throwing their three back with me. I took in her low-rise, leather pants that laced up on the sides. Her shirt was leather and extra cropped. She stood smiling with her YSL bag high up on her shoulder. I chuckled, waving her to the stairs.

“This outfit too good to be up here like Rapunzel, bougie girl. Come dance!”

I took off walking with her and her friend following me. “I am not bougie!” she yelled behind me.

I jerked my neck, “G, what’s wrong with being bougie? You wanna look dusty? You raw, just leave it at that.” This is coming from a bitch who’s nigga doesn’t accept nothing less than bougie.

“Wait, what’s your name?”

“C-DOLLAS, COME HERE!” Josiah yelled.

I pointed at him, smiled, and turned away. The last thing Ben would ever want is me befriending his niece. I’ll have her going from Bubbles to Buttercup real fucking quick.

The music turned up and everyone started dancing. I gladly sat in front of the stage with him and Dean. They were coo as fuck and we chopped it up for a minute.

Tati came from the back, winking at me before she sat down.

“You threw your whole pocket, didn’t you!” Tati smiled at Dean. Ugh, my friend is so pretty.

“I got a lot of pants. A lot of pockets. When you gon be ready to leave here?”

“Like, when’s my shift over?”

“Nah, permanently.” Both Tati and I started cackling. “I’m being for real.”

“Niggas be saying anything!” I joked. Josiah chuckled, nudging me.

Tati batted her eyelashes, “I come with more than just me.”

“I want it all,” he smiled. Tati blushed, self-consciously covering herself. “No need to do that either.”

Both of us swooned as he untucked her arms. My bitch was sitting pretty in the smallest navy blue set. He still looked her up and down, appreciatively. He looked like he wanted to give her the world.

“You know I don’t fuck with scrubs, C-Dollas. My nigga don’t full court press for just anyone.”

I folded my arms, “He spending his money or yours?”