“That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s do the damn thang!”

Paul headed for the front door, followed by Larry. The big man stopped short and walked back to the coffee table. He downed the rest of his beer and followed his friend out the door.

3

Billy sat behind the wheel of her mother’s ’95 Saturn, glancing at her watch periodically. They had been parked in front of Rhonda’s building for almost twenty minutes, but there was still no sign of her. All three of the girls in the car were annoyed, but Reese was the one who voiced it.

“What the fuck is taking this bitch so long?” Reese sucked her slightly crooked teeth.

“You know how slow Rhonda is,” Billy said, twirling a strand of her dark hair around her finger. Of all their crew, she and Yoshi were the prettiest. Billy was statuesque, standing at five foot ten in flats. Her skin fluctuated between honey and reddish brown, depending on the season. Billy had the look of a model, but sports was where her heart was.

“That’s why I can’t fuck with her. By the time we make it out there, the park is gonna be packed,” she continued, cradling her cell phone to her ear. She had been trying to call Teddy for the last hour and was having no luck, which shouldn’t have surprised her. That coupled with Rhonda having them waiting in front of the building in the heat only added to her aggravation.

“I didn’t think it would matter to you, Reese. It ain’t like you’re going to watch the game,” Billy teased.

“Yeah, Reese is trying to catch a baller,” Jean added.

“Fuck you, Billy. And Jean, you know I don’t really fuck with you like that, so take is easy.”

“Why you getting mad at her?” Billy asked. “She ain’t said nothing that ain’t true. You know you go to the games to check for the niggaz.”

“I can’t even front, it do be some fine niggaz at the Kingdome.” Reese chuckled. “But y’all hos wouldn’t know nothing about it.”

“Oh, so you got jokes now?” Jean sat up. “Ain’t no shame in my game. I don’t mind a stiff dick, but ain’t nothing like a wet pussy.” She rubbed her meaty hands together and looked hungrily at Reese.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re looking back here for. I’m strictly dickly.” Reese glared at her.

Billy laughed. “Jean, please stop playing with this girl, with her homophobic ass.”

“I ain’t homo nothing. I just don’t play that shit. Y’all keep them kind of games to yourselves.”

“What do you mean, ‘y’ all’?” Billy asked defensively.

“You heard, Billy. You’re damn near as hard as this heifer.” Reese thumbed towards Jean.

“Reese, you need to quit.”