“You’re grown but you ain’t that grown. Watch your mouth.”
“My bad.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just saying you got lucky and you’d be a fool to fumble. I mean look at her.” He whistled and raked his eyes up and down Jiselle and this time I hit him. “I’m just saying she’s fine and she was in the kitchen throwing down.” He whistled again. “No offense, Kiano, but I don’t really…”
“I got you,” Kiano offered.
“My man.” He reached over to dap him too.
“Anyway.” Morocco switched Junie to his other knee. “What Drake is trying to say is we’re happy for you.”
“Yeah,” Drake agreed. “You look happier and Jiselle and Kiano are cool people. You did good.”
“Thanks, man.” I tilted my head back to finish my beer then set it on the table.
I grinned. Everyone was looking at Drake who was now going on a tangent about the three baddies he would bring home now that I’d proven it could be done while we cracked up.
After dinner Xy, Joss, and I took care of the kitchen since they hadn’t helped with the cooking process. I made sure they went through their bedtime routine before Morocco and I went outside to smoke together.
“I meant what I said about liking them for you,” he said, halfway done with his cigarette.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Drake may have been a little dramatic at the table but he wasn’t wrong. You should keep them around.”
“That’s the plan, man.”
Morocco nodded. I took another drag from my cigarette and we finished smoking in silence.
I watchedJiselle as she leaned her head back and giggled while a bartender poured liquor down her throat. This was her first night at the bar after quitting. She swallowed, laughed, turned toward Kiano, and tossed her drink into his face. I cringed when she slapped the fuck out of him and shook my head when they immediately started kissing like two lovesick teenagers. I didn’t know why slapping did it for him but I was good on all that shit.
I tapped the bar and leaned on it.
“Can I get another beer?” I asked.
“Sure. Give me one second.”
“You can put it on my tab!” Jiselle said loudly.
The bartender laughed and nodded.
“I got you, girl.”
“Thank you.”
The bartender set my beer down already open. I took a drink and my eyes widened when Selle took it, took a sip, then handed the bottle to Kiano. She slid off her barstool.
“Come on.” She grabbed my hands and pulled me forward.
I hopped off the barstool and let Jiselle drag me to the dance floor. It was obvious that she was drunk from how she was moving. She bent over in front of me and shook her ass immediately. I smacked her ass and put my hands on her hips to catch it as she threw it.
I looked over at Kiano still at the bar, drinking my beer and watching us with a smirk on his face.
When Selle stood back up, I wrapped an arm around her upper body and leaned into her. Her hand went to the back of my head. She turned her face toward mine.
“I’m going to fuck y’all so good tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.” She leaned in and bit my lip. She ran her tongue over it then slipped it into my mouth.