“I said you sounding all sad and shit. What’s wrong?” Lexi screamed so loud everybody at the bar turned to see what they were talking about.
Quita didn’t bother to tell her anything because Timmy was staring down her throat. Sensing that Quita wanted to holla at her girl, Timmy excused himself.
“Yo, I’ll be right back ma,” he told Quita.
“A’ight.” She said. Before he got five steps from her she was telling Lexi everything.
“Girl this nigga getting on my fucking nerves,” she told her
“What did he have to say about you and ol’ boy dancing?” Lexi asked.
“He ain’t really say shit. He was just trippin,’ like I’m his girl or some shit.”
“Quita you know how niggas get when you give up the pussy,” Lexi said.
“I know, but damn. I didn’t think the nigga was gonna act like that. We only fucked one damn time.” They both laughed.
“Man, Lexi I’m trying to be out before he comes back over here. He’s trying to get me to go home with him and shit. Honestly I don’t even feel like being bothered. I just wanna get in my bed and crash,” Quita told her.
“Bitch please, you know you like that shit,” Lexi teased.
“Fuck you ho! Yo, where the fuck is my sister? Have you seen her?” Quita asked her.
“The last time I saw her she was on dance floor dry fuckin’ Kwon, letting him feel her up,” Lexi said.
“Shit, you know how those two gets down,” Quita told her. Lexi looked up, and saw Timmy headed their way. She quickly cleared her throat to let her girl know he was slowly approaching.
Quita quickly changed the subject and asked Lexi where, Rae and Jade were.
“Yo, let me tell you bout them bitches. I’m at the back bar kicking it with J-Roc. Out of nowhere here comes these thirsty ass bitches hatin,’ talking bout don’t buy her too many drinks, because her and Quita be wildn’ out when they drunk,” Lexi told her.
“What? Are you fuckin’ serious? They got some fucking nerve poppin’ shit bout us. Them bitches just mad cause we some bad ass bitches.” Quita was heated. She knew the only reason Rae and Jade were hating on them was because no matter how fucked up they got niggas would always be up in they faces trying to holla, and they only got dick if Quita would hook them up with her dude’s homeboy.
Timmy just sat there listening to Quita and Lexi attentively.
“Oh wait girl I’m not finished. After they stop hatin’ they started begging for drinks and shit. I looked at J-Roc with death in my eyes, like nigga I wish the fuck you would,” Lexi told her.
“Girl what did J-Roc say?” Qutia asked hyped.
“He told they asses he was here with me, and they needed to get a drink from elsewhere,” Lexi said. Quita started laughing uncontrollably.
“Oh my God girl, y’all are off the fuckin’ hook. I know that’s right though. You know they be shittin’ on us‘cause they lay down with any and everybody, and they pussy is garbage. Niggas simply fuck ‘em and duck ‘em.” They laughed in unison.
Timmy’s nosey ass even had to laugh. “Yo, shorty you crazy as a mufucka, that’s why I fucks with you,” he told Quita.
“Yeah, Yeah nigga tell me anything,” Qutia told him.
“Why you always snapping at me, what I do?” Timmy asked with puppy dog eyes.
“You can’t always take me so seriously ‘cause I be clowning. That’s just me. Don’t take it personal baby,” Quita told him playfully slapping his arm.
“Girl I’ll be right back. I’ma go try to find J-Roc before one of those dirty ass bitches try to snatch him up,” she told Quita. Before Quita could respond, Timmy jumped in.
“Yeah go handle that and tell that nigga to get at me.”
“Okay,” Lexi told him, walking from the bar.
Quita looked over to the dance floor and saw Kali on the dance floor acting a damn fool. She was fucked up dancing to every song the DJ was spinning, even the wack ones. ‘Damn I’m ready to go dance,’ she thought.
“Timmy I’ll be right back,” Quita told him getting off the barstool.
“Where are you going ma?” He asked.
“I need to check on my sister real quick. I haven’t talked to her since we got here. I’ll be right back, keep my seat warm,” she told him smiling.
“Kali!” She screamed over R-Kelly’s “Bump & Grind” trying to get her sister’s attention.
“What the Fuck!” Kali turned around ready for war.
“Damn Quita why ya ass come over here with all that shit? You fucking up my groove, go on with that,” Kali said. Quita looked at Kali and could tell she was fucked up.
“Who’s ya friend?” Quita asked her.
“Shit. I don’t know his fucking name,” Kali said.
“By the way y’all were dancing I thought you knew his name at least. The way y’all mufuckas were over here taking the song literally. I’ve been looking for ya ass all night. Where you been?” Quita asked her question after question.
“Girl, go on with that bullshit! I’m chillin. I mean look around we’re in a fucking club. Your ass just mad ‘cause Timmy got you hemmed up at the bar all night. Quita get the fuck outta my face. Go over there with your friend,” she said pointing at the bar where Timmy was sitting patiently awaiting Quita’s return.
Kali was doing her best to get rid of Quita so she could finish enjoying herself.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Quita told Kali.
“Bye Quita, love ya!” Kali yelled out to her.
Quita walked off and proceeded to the ladies room to freshen up. While she was in the stall handling her business she over heard a brief conversation between some chicken heads that walked in right behind her.
“Yo, Kita I’m telling you he fuckin’ her. Think about it. He sitting there drinking and carrying on a conversation with her like they know each other. I could see if they were just dancing, but the bond goes deeper than that. Not to mention, he is still sitting at the bar waiting on her. It’s the first of the fuckin’ month and he is usually walking around trying to make money,” Mo said heated Timmy was trying to play her for some other bitch.
Quita just sat there waiting for the right moment to come out.
Kita applied some lipgloss to her lips and boldly said. “If it were me, I would walk over there and bust that little bitch’s bubble. You know me. I don’t give a fuck!”
“Kita, you just be on some other shit. I gotta act like I don’t give a damn so he can want me more,” Monique said
“What the fuck ever. It ain’t like you never went upside a bitch’s head before over his ass. All I gotta say is that young ass bitch wouldn’t be sitting there rubbing that shit in my face,” Kita told her.
“Seleia why the fuck you ain’t saying shit, you scared or something?” Monique asked.
“Hell no bitch never that. My motto is, don’t talk about it be about it. Beat her ass, and ask questions later,” Seleia told her. Monique looked at her girls with the taste of blood in her mouth.
Ty’Kita was shit starter number one and loved to fight. If she wasn’t fighting she had her girls in some shit. “Let’s do this. Y’all got my back?” She asked her girls.
“Hell yeah,” they said in unison.
Figuring it was her time to shine Quita walked out of the bathroom stall in the nick of time. She was smiling from ear to ear.
Laquita knew that the hoodrats hated on her because she was young, and had them beat in both looks and body.
When she walked out the stall they shut that bullshit up real quick. The chicken heads looked up and saw Quita. They didn’t say anything directly to her, but kept making slick comments. Quita wasn’t scared of them and could tell they were just mouth.
She completely ignored them and carried on like they weren’t even in there. She washed her hands, and then dried them. Looking in the mirror, she made sure her make up was straight.
“Dumb ass bitches!” She said just as she walked out, and as she s
uspected none of them said a fucking word.
Laquita headed back to the bar where Timmy was still awaiting her return. As Quita walked through the crowded club her mind started to wonder. ‘Who are these bitches? Must be from out of town because they’d never been in the club before, and I haven’t seen them around town. Probably some Mount Hope bitches.’
When she made it back to the bar Timmy had a Sex on the Beach waiting for her.
“Aww, thank you baby,” she said getting her drink.
“You know I got you ma,” he smiled.
“Honestly a shot would have done me just fine,” she told him.
“I know but that’s a drink for a lady. You don’t always need a shot.”
“Oh, so what you saying, you don’t think I’m a lady?” She gave him the screw face.
“Oh, damn here we go again,” Timmy said.
“What do you mean here we go again nigga?” Quita asked.
“I said that ‘cause I know you bout to start lunchin’ on me. I can hear it in you voice,” he said.
“Well I’m sorry then. I’m not trying to come across as a bitch. I just would like to know what you meant by that.”
“I don’t think you’re a bitch. You just be snappin’ on a nigga, and I didn’t mean anything by what I said.” He kissed her cheek. Quita didn’t bother to comment on the last statement because she knew how she could be.
Timmy looked up and saw trouble headed his way.
“Fuck!” Timmy cursed.
“Look baby don’t trip.”
“Trip for what baby?” She asked confused.
“My ex-girlfriend and her wack ass crew on their way over here, and she be on some other shit,” he told her.
“What the fuck would I trip for? You said she’s your ex right?” Quita asked.
“Yeah,” Timmy told her.
“A’ight nigga. I’m good then.” Quita turned around looked at them with drink in hand smiling.
“What’s up Timmy? I’ve been calling you for weeks, and you haven’t returned any of my calls. I guess you can’t talk to me anymore since you got some new pussy huh?” Monique quizzed him popping her spearmint gum looking at Quita. That ho was talking a hundred miles a minute.
Through gritted teeth Timmy boldly told her.
“Mo, I told you the last time I saw you what the deal was. Don’t come over here trying to blow up my spot, trying to shine in front of ya girls, ‘cause I’ll embarrass that ass. Now you and your little flock can fly!” Timmy told her. Quita couldn’t contain herself, any longer, she busted out laughing, spitting out some of her drink.
“Bitch what the fuck you laughing at? I’ll snatch all that horse hair out ya fucking head!” Monique said.
Quita calmly placed her drink on the bar before she went off. “First of all bitch this is all of my fucking hair. Don’t hate ‘cause I look better than you on your best day. You look a hot fucking mess,” Quita told her.
Timmy jumped in the middle of the both of them to keep them from fighting.
“I mean damn Timmy how old is this young whore anyway?” Monique questioned. Quita didn’t give Timmy a chance to respond.
“I’m old enough to be fuckin’ your man. You look pathetic, over here trying to ‘cause a scene over a nigga that don’t want ya tramp ass,” Quita told her.
Monique was so heated you could see smoke coming from her ears.
“You better get this little kindergarten bitch, before I break her muthafuckin’ neck,” Monique warned.
In one swift motion Quita swung her arm around Timmy and punched Monique on the side of her head so hard she stumbled backwards.
“Now what bitch! Do something!” Quita said amped.
“Oh hell no, no this little bitch didn’t!” Monique yelled when she realized what had just happened. She charged after Quita with all her might, but Timmy stopped her midway.
“Bitch you better not put ya fuckin’ hands on her!” Timmy told her grabbing her hands.
“Timmy get ya muthafucking hands off me you fucking dog! How you gonna have this bitch’s back over mine. Fuck you!” Monique spat.
“Yeah, Timmy let her trifling ass go, so I can beat that ass, and show her just how old I am,” Quita spat.
Just then Kali and her girls ran up to the bar ready for war with beer bottles in hand.
“What the fuck is the problem?” Kali asked. Timmy was still in his battle with Monique.
“When I let you go you better get the fuck on somewhere or I promise I will fuck you up,” Timmy told her. Quita was sitting there chilling.
“What the fuck is going on Quita?” Lexi asked.
“These dumb bitches trying to get a serious beat down,” Quita nonchalantly told them. She remained calm, while Timmy checked Monique. Her girls on the other hand were standing there talking mad shit ready for a fight.
“All you stankin’ ass bitches can get it too!” Lexi and Kali screamed. Jade and Rae didn’t have shit to say with they scary asses. Kali was pissy drunk, but if it came to blows she could get down. Everybody and their mammas knew when it came to fighting Kali and Quita was Mike Tyson and Evander Holyfield. Of course Laquita was Tyson all the way. That night you would have thought Kali was both fighters wrapped in one, because she was on a rampage. She took her empty beer bottle and broke it on the edge of the bar.
“Chill out big sis. Them bitches ain’t gonna bust a grape in a fruit fight,” Quita said taking a drink.
“Come on Nique let it go he ain’t worth it,” Ty’Kita told her trying to hold her back.
“Fuck that Kita. That bitch put her damn hands on me. That shit ain’t gonna fly. Fuck that,” Monique spat.
“Quita lets handle this shit right now so these heifers know how we get down,” Lexi told her.
“Just chill and let that nigga deal with her ass. Y’all get a beer or something and I’ll pay for it. To hell with that bitch,” Quita told them.
She just continued to sit there and drink her Sex on the Beach and laughing at the whole scene. She wasn’t worried about them bitches, not even a little bit. She knew if it came down to it there wouldn’t be a problem for her to handle Monique and her girls. She also knew that no help was necessary.
Finally after what seemed like forever the rotten mouth, skipping security guard came over to kick the loud-mouthed heifers out the club.
“Bye, bye, Bitches!” Quita said waving her hand laughing. Monique couldn’t believe Timmy had played her for some young whore, and in front of everybody in the club.
“Damn baby you and your girls are wild as a muthafucka. She is a dizzy ass bitch, and she mad ‘cause I don’t fuck with her no more. I’m just sorry you had to go through that,” Timmy said.
“Don’t sweat it. It better really be over between ya’ll, ‘cause I ain’t got time for this shit. Are you just telling me what I wanna hear?” Quita asked him with a ‘you better not lie to me’ look on her face.
“Baby I wouldn’t lie to you like that. Fuck, I ain’t spoke to that trick in like three weeks or so,” Timmy told her.
Quita was truly ready to go home. She went to get her girls off the dance floor so they could be out.
‘I’ve been in this bitch all night, and I can’t get fucked up for nothing with all this drama. I just had an argument with a bum ass bitch over a nigga I barely even know. This is enough for me for one night,’ she thought.
Once outside the club Quita and her girls were about to get in the car to go home. Timmy called her over to him.
Quita walked over to the car biting her lip because she was really irritated by him at that point.
“Yeah what’s up?” She asked.
“What you mean ma? You what’s up. Can I give you a ride home at least?” Timmy asked.
“I guess, cause that Buick is a little tight and everybody’s hygiene ain’t up to par, if you know what I mean? I will go on one condition,” she told him.
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