Rico
This nígga tripping for real, and I have half a mind to beat the shit out of him.
Blaze is packed tonight, we've got big shots from outta town killing bottles in VIP, and the DJ has everyone lit. But instead of doing my fucking job and making sure everything was on point, I'm here trying to keep this idiot from fucking up his life more than he already has.
His dumbass is out here drunk off his shit with some random bitch twerking on his lap for all our employees to see. Not only is that highly unprofessional, that shit is fowl as hell. Scratch that I'm finna kick his ass.
I made my way towards them from where I was behind the bar. Getting there i pulled the bitch off my brother and she fell on her ass somewhere, who gives a fuck where?
"What the fuck is you doing man?" I asked Quincy, who just glared at me like I was disrupting his peace.
"What it look like? I'm having fun nígga, move."
"Come on, you're lit and acting like a damn child, let me get you outta here." I tried to pull him out of his chair and he shoved my hand off aggressively.
"Get the fuck off me nígga," he slurred, then turned to the bitch from earlier. "Come here baby." He called out and she practically flew back to her previous position.
I sighed in resignation. "Seb don't deserve this shit bro, you're better than this." I tried to appeal to the one braincell he still had functioning, but this nígga wanna roll his neck at me in return.
"He left me though, fuck outta here." He argued.
"That's horseshit and you know it."
What's that saying about 'speak of the devil'? Almost like he was summoned, i look up and saw Sebby walking to this direction. He wore a similar expression as he did that one time in high-School when he'd thought Q had messed with his car to fuck with him. Sebby had almost taking his head off, just as I'm sure he's about to now.
Before I could get over my shock and do something, fancy pants was already within earshot. He looked from Quincy, to the bitch on his lap, to me, then back to Quincy.
Seb narrowed his gaze at my brother and swallowed hard. I could tell he was trying to control his temper and fighting back tear at the same time.
Sebby turned to the girl then. "Get lost." He said.
All the while Quincy said nothing, instead he looked like a lost poppy that was backed into a corner.
The girl paused and looked at Sebby like something she scraped out of her shoes. "Wait your turn sis, you ain't nothing special." She said.
Sebby's eyes widened. "You must wanna die hoe, be gone." He snapped and I guess realization hit her because she stood up, grabbed her purse and moved to the next table. All hell broke loose then.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Sebby barked at Q.
"What do you care?" Quincy asked, and I groan internally. I love my bro more than life itself but he's one dumb mutherfucker.
Sebby laughed bitterly. "You know what? Fuck you Quincy. You're right I don't care, do whatever the fuck you want, that's not even why I'm here. You blackmailed my father???"
Oh Lord! This finna be a long night. Imma need a blunt or ten after this mess.
All I could do was watch as they went back and forth, Sebby's hands flailed all over the place. The argument went on for about twelve to fifteen minutes before I noticed Markey the new security guy walk over, looking determined.
He stepped behind Sebby and then looked over at Quincy. "Is this boy bothering you boss? Say the word and he's out on his ass." Markey said.
Oh goodness, this eager to please idiot was gonna get himself killed on his first day. A quick glance at Q confirmed my fear, his eyes were now three shades darker. He growled loudly.
"Breathe in his direction and I'mma reap your dusty ass lungs out through your asshole and feed it to you." Q snapped, now on his feet.
Markey looked around confused as hell, and it was all I could do not to start laughing my ass off.
"Get the fuck outta my face mutherfucker!" Q's voice was so loud then that it caused the people nearby to turn around and stare. "The fuck are y'all looking at? Drink your apple juice, cheap ass." He barked at them.
While all this was happening neither of us noticed when Sebby slipped out of the club. Q looked around in panic and and cussed under his breath when he realized Sebby was gone.
"Get off your shit and go get your boy before someone else does, you're fucking up bro. Fix that shit." With that I walked back to the bar. He seemed sober enough now, he can take his ass home his damn self.
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About two hours later, I'm leaning against the corner of the bar nearest to the dance floor without a care in the world, taking in the scene before me. It's easy to get lost in the thrill of the night life, to most niggas maybe but not to me. This shit don't impress me.
Believe it or not I've got bigger dreams that goes beyond getting pussy and and getting lit. I want to make something of myself, the way my father could never do. Maybe his bitchass might've stood a chance if he hadn't been too busy stomping me out at 9years old.
Anyway I'm glad he did because he gave me an opportunity to experience real fatherly love when pops took me in after Raynald got locked up. And i can't shake the feeling that the smashed up face he had the day he got in the can had something to do with pops, which is a plus if you ask me. He'd looked like his face had a heartfelt conversation with a jackhammer, Damn near unrecognizable.
I snap back to reality when the last person i ever expected to see here stepped in. Jayden fucking Baker.
He's dressed in a white V-neck T-shirt and black skinny jeans that were way too fucking tight, i wonder how he got into those. Subconsciously my eyes move to his ass, for a skinny dude he got a fat ass. I mean, I'm not gay or whatever, just making an observation.
Even from this distance, and in this semi dark atmosphere I swear I could still see his beautiful blue-gray eyes clear as day. This nígga is beautiful... when he wasn't being an annoyingly obnoxious prick.
What the fuck is he doing here anyway? How did he get in? There's no way he's 21, I'm gonna need to have a conversation with the bouncers later. In the meantime I should kick his ass out.
Deciding to let him off the hook this one time, i look over and he's laughing boisterously with the girl and boy he'd come in with, I think I've seen her with him before. Maybe that's his girlfriend? Not that I give a shit.
Seeing him laugh is refreshing I must say, he has a nice smile too. I'd never seen him laugh before, certainly not when I'm within ten feet of him, that nigga hates my guts. Which is great because the feeling is mutual.
I look over again and he was gone, only the cute dark skin girl and skinny Asian boy were left. I made to look around and there he was, right in my face, startlingly the shit outta me. How the fuck did he get here so fast?
"Can I get a mojito and two beers?" He asked in a silvery tone.
"Ain't it past your bed time little nígga? You're asking too much for a 12year old. How about i give y'all a couple of sodas instead?" I offered.
Annoyance seeped into his face. "First of all, fuck you. Secondly, fuck you I'm 18." He said like that's supposed to mean something.
"What happened to 'I'd never be caught dead in your raggedy ass club bozo'? Huh? You ain't even dead now, are you?" I asked, mimicking the way he'd said it all those weeks ago.
"I don't have time for your shit Ricardo, are you giving me the drinks or not?"
"Not."
"Fuck You then." He spat bitterly and stormed off.
I smile in satisfaction. That disrespectful ass nígga is usually the one getting me tight, it's about time he got a taste of his own medicine.
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In a corner on the far left of the bar, Ringo Martinez sat and watched the entire exchange. A wave of hurt stung his heart a little, he could swear his friend was checking that boy out, whether he'd known it or not. Ringo's girlfriend walked back from the restroom then and sat on his lap, straddling him. As she kissed all up on his neck with his left hand caressing her ass absentmindedly...his undivided attention remained on his bestfriend, his bestfriend who he'd felt most of his life but who has never paid him any mind, because he was straight. They both are.
A/N
I'm thinking about making book two Rico's story, would y'all fw that?