“Yeah, but the line is kinda long,” Yoshi said, giving him the puppy dog eyes.

Bear’s crusty lips parted into a broad smile. “China, you know I ain’t gonna make you wait on no line, you and ya girls just go on in.” He unclamped the barrier and held it for them to enter.

“Thank you, Bear,” Yoshi said, kissing him on the cheek. Giving the cackling girls on the line a fuck-you look, she and her friends walked past through the velvet rope.

No sooner than they’d gotten inside the club, they were assaulted by the stench of musk and a god-awful heat. Even with it being almost pitch black inside, the walls were still sweating. Quite a few heads turned when the quartet stepped out on the floor. With some effort, they managed to squeeze their way over to the bar. Rhonda bumped and shoved her way into a corner, where they all flocked over and ordered their drinks.

“Yo, it’s popping in here,” Rhonda said, looking around at the people assembled to support the local group. “I’m gonna get pissy drunk and let one of these niggaz hold something.”

“I don’t think it’s a nigga in here that ain’t held your goods,” Yoshi said.

“Don’t hate, bitch. Especially with the sign on your pussy that says ‘Two-for-one on the weekends.’”

“Say what you want, but my bank account ain’t never in the red, welfare baby.”

“Can’t y’all two ever go anywhere without showing your asses?” Billy asked.

“Oh, shut up, Billy. You think you’re the shit in your little dress. Hell, you almost look like a girl for once.” Rhonda looked her up and down.

“Rhonda, you know I ain’t even the one,” Billy said, giving her a look that let her know it wouldn’t take much for her to come out of the heeled shoes she was wearing and get it popping. Before the argument could escalate further, the bartender brought their drinks over. When Billy went to tip, the bartender he waved her off, letting her know that the gentleman at the end of the bar had already taken care of Him. Billy looked in the direction in which he pointed and was surprised at who she saw making his way toward them.

“Damn, you see that guy?” Reese asked, watching the man approach.

“Do I? I’m about to make that nigga my next baby daddy,” Rhonda said, adjusting her bra so her breasts stood up more.