“Well, does she know that?”
“She should.” I took another drink.
Myome rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“Right.”
“Tomorrow is going to be bullshit.” Myome took another drink.
“Yep.”
“Better enjoy our last night of freedom,” Myome scoffed and took another drink.
“Why the fuck y’all over here looking like y’all just saw somebody die?” Alan asked as he walked over to us.
“Bullshit,” I said simply.
He chuckled and dug into his pocket.
“Well, look. I’m not usually one to share, but since it’s a special occasion and you never indulge…” He stuck his hand out, showing me three pills. “One for each of y’all.”
“I ain’t popping no mothafuckin’ pill.”
“Whatever. This is just something to take the edge off. Even lil Rome took one.” He wagged his eyebrows. “Here you go, baby.” He pushed one into Myome and Charm’s hands then held the last one toward me. “Don’t be a bitch, Drix.”
“Fuck you.” I took the pill from his hand. “Get the fuck on.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Alan waved me off but didn’t leave. Instead he maneuvered closer to Charm and started trying to spit game.
“Are you taking that?” Myome asked. “I mean, do you know what it is?”
“Nah, but Alan ain’t trying to poison you. His ass know better.”
“Okay.” Myome looked down at the pill in her hand. Her eyes darted toward her lit phone then back to the pill.
Whatever Alan said to Charm had her giggling and she took her pill and washed it down with his beer.
Myome, who’d watched, took hers after.
I took mine, following her.
I washed it down with my liquor and got comfortable in my seat.
Less than an hour passed before I blacked out. When I came to, I was comfortably in my bed.
My eyes burned when I opened them. I had a splintering headache and reached for my phone immediately.
I had seventeen missed calls from Chandler and eight text messages. I opened it and saw that the last three were just:911. 911. 911.
The message before that was a video so I tapped it and my eyes clenched from how loud it was.
I took a moment before restarting it.
It was me. I was obviously fucked up, laughing as I stared at the camera.
“Ay, Ay, Ay, look.” I jerked a hand and Myome came into frame. “Y’all know what the fuck it is. Y’all see that shit.” I crossed one of my arms over my chest and spun Myome in a circle with the other. “Show ’em that shit, wifey.”