“I’m just fucking with you, Jah. Here,” she said, tossing him a Dutch and a dime bag of weed she had gotten out of her purse. “Roll this and I’ll call your cab when we’re done smoking.”

Jah popped the bag open and inhaled. “This is that killa!”

“Nothing but that good shit goes in these lungs,” Yoshi said, walking toward the bedroom.

Jah cracked the blunt open and dumped the guts into a wastebasket. He skillfully rolled a blunt shaped like a baseball bat and dried it with the lighter. Picking up the round remote control from the table, Jah cut the television on. News 1 blasted from the television’s speakers, startling him.

“You better not be out there breaking my shit up!” Yoshi called from the bedroom.

Jah was lounging on the couch watching A Time to Kill on cable when Yoshi came out of the bedroom. She had traded in her club clothes for a pair of red sweats and a tank top. Even in the baggy pants her ass still jiggled, nearly hypnotizing Jah as she passed by to get to her portable bar.

“You want something to drink?” she asked, placing two glasses on the bar top.

“Yeah, I’ll take some Henny if you got it,” he replied, lighting the blunt.

“I got Henny, but not the kind y’all be drinking,” she said, pouring a dark liquid into the glasses.

“There’s more than one kind?” he said, trying to hide his embarrassment about being so damn ignorant.

Yoshi gave him an amused look. Jah’s naïveté only added to his appeal. Though he acted like he was the hardest nigga on two legs, she was beginning to see that he was really just a boy trapped in a man’s world. Yoshi made her way back to the couch and handed him one of the glasses. She watched him as he sipped the potent liquor and screwed up his face.

“The initial bite is a killer, but it goes down smoother than regular Henny,” he said, letting out a silent burp. “What kind of yak did you say this was?”

“It’s called Privilege. Strictly for the grown and sexy,” she said, sipping from her own glass.

“Then it’s right up my alley,” he boasted, draining his glass.

“Boy, please. You don’t know a damn thing about being grown.”

“Ah, but you didn’t say sexy,” he smiled broadly.

“Whatever, fool,” she said, snatching the blunt from him.