Yolanda thought about grabbing Rhonda by the hair and whipping her ass, but she knew that’s the reaction that she had expected. Instead, she went below the belt. Leaning into True to whisper, she said, “I know it’s been a while since we hooked up, but you could’ve just given me a call before you went out and started picking up strays. Come find me when you’re finished with your charity case.” Yolanda kissed True on the cheek again, then turned her attention to Rhonda. By the look on the girl’s face, Yolanda knew she felt threatened, which only made the fact of knowing that she had nothing on her all that much sweeter. Chuckling under her breath, Yolanda sauntered back the way she came.

Seeing the smirk on True’s face only pissed Rhonda off further. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“Nothing,” he said, trying to hold back the laughter.

“I’ll bet. What did that little bum bitch have to say about me?”

“She didn’t say anything, Rhonda.”

“True, you and these little bitches better stop playing with me. Don’t act like I won’t get it popping in here. I don’t know what you’re doing with that bitch anyway, with all the cum she’s swallowed in Harlem.”

“If that ain’t the pot,” True mumbled.

“What did you say?”

“I said it’s mad hot.” True fanned himself. “Yo, you want a drink?”

“Yeah, me and my girl will take some drinks,” Rhonda said, pulling Reese over. “Get us two shots of Henny.”

“Yo, y’all two niggaz come here,” True called to Jynx and Lah. The two men walked over wearing confused expressions. “Here.” True handed them some money. “Get these ladies some drinks and hold them down for me. I gotta go holla at Don B.”

Rhonda started to say something, but True was already in motion. She called his name over and over, but he couldn’t hear her over the loud music and the sound of his own laughter.

“No the fuck he didn’t.” Rhonda snaked her neck, watching True weave through the crowd. Reese tried to contain her laughter, but it ended up coming out anyway. “Bitch, I know you ain’t laughing, when Don B. didn’t even acknowledge your ass.”

“Come on, Rhonda, the shit was funny,” Reese said.

“Yeah, True is a funny muthafucka all right.”

“So what are you ladies’ names?” Lah asked, trying to make small talk with the women True had so graciously set them out with.

Rhonda looked at him as if he had called her a name. “Nigga, you can’t be serious. Get the hell out of my face.” Rhonda bumped past the stunned young man, with Reese following. They had only made it a few steps before the sounds of a scuffle sent people scattering.