*flash back ends*
(You walked up to Monica's house and before you knocks on the door she opens it with a glass of margarita in her hand.)
Monica: Wassap mi amigo sexy culo bien *smiles*
You: *giggles* Hey girl *walks in*
Monica: *closes door behind you* I thought I was going to see you tonight at the club *sips on her margarita*
You: I know but I'd just have to get away from him.
Monica: You talkin' bout Chres ole culo puta *takes another sip and shakes her head*
You: You already know it girl, I'm ready to leave his sorry ass though.
Monica: You should've did that centries ago, shit, you want some of this margarita *walks to the kitchen*
You: Hell Yeah I need me a drink *walks into the kitchen* And you got some Ciroc so I can spice mine up a little
Monica: Yep in the globe cabinet over that *pouring your drink*
You: *looks in there and get the Red Berry Ciroc (your favorite)*
Monica: *gives you your drink*
You: Thanks *opens up the bottle and down pour it*
Monica: Now hold up now hoe that is my last bottle of red berry now slow down *giggles*
You: *looks at her and laughs* My bad tonto azada, I'll buy you another bottle *drinks your margarita*
Monica: *sits down on the couch and pats on the cushoin that's next to her* Now Yn come and sit and tell me what's going on.
You: I don't really want to talk about it *sips your drink*
Monica: *rolls her eyes* Come now chica you doing the most.
You: I told you already I'm just irritated by him that's all. *drinks the rest of it down*
Monica: *gives you the bullshit look* Merch it.
(Author's Note: Merch = Its a Chicago slang it mean to have some evidence or to vouch it on somebody to explain an event or action.)
You: On me *holding your right hand up*
Monica: Mhm.
You: Well let's get off me and let's get on you *gives her devious smile* I seen you last Friday, pulling all of those numbers.
Monica: *snickers* Child boo. I threw those numbers away.
You: Girl you're-*gco*
Monica: But, I kept one of em' though.
You: Oh shit tell me the shits bitch.
Monica: Its really nothing to it I gave him a lap dance and he was feeling me and I was feeling him, also he gave me a big ass tip for a one lap dance $720, he asked me could he come over my house after I got done with my job. I turned him down but he still gave me his number and I gave him mine and that's it.
You: Oh shit, my bae pulling these niggas.*laughs*
Monica: *laughs* You're crazy.
You: But, you need to be careful and make sure you don't pull a nigga like Chres.
Monica: Yes that is true.
You:*sighs* He really did fucked up my life, but don't get me wrong though its my fault too. But I love him and he me though that's all what matters.
