“How were the guys as teens? I can only imagine how wild Patrick was.” Dal poses one more time in Wyn’s floor-to-ceiling mirror, snapping pics. I just know Peanuthead nor Set saw what her and Brina are wearing.
Dal’s lilac satin backless tank is ribbed and holds them bazukas up perfectly, and her black stacked pants cinch her waist.
And B? Her leopard mini dress makes her look like a brick house, especially with her ass-length one-layer cornrows and brown thigh high peep toe boots.
Autumn smiles. “The boys were even more lawless than they are now. All about money, throwing up they set, and the family. I wish y’all could have met Fredo and Sean, though.”
“Ohmigod,yes!” Wynter squeals. “Fredo was an absolute sweetheart. And he was fine. Picture Rico, but with long hair in two low ponytails. Mm mm mm. Like you think Rico be doing the most, y’all wouldn’t stand a chance against Frederick Alvarez.”
“He really was a sweetheart… he was close with Turk right? I’ve never heard him say anything about him,” Brina says, fixing her lip glass.
Autumn shrugs, switching directions on the pole. “If you bring him up, he’ll speak about him. They were almost as close as he is with Set, so it’s hard. Neither he nor Rico really talk about him, and Rico usually spends his birthday in Belize with his grandmother. Does Nut talk about Sean, Dal?”
“Nope. His birthday this year, I found him high as fuck and he told me a couple things, but that’s it.”
“Sean was the baby.” Wyn takes a huge gulp of her marg before putting a straw in and starting on her lips. “A year younger than Shaddy. When you saw one you usually saw the other.”
“A true loverboy. Turk was so mad because Sean told him that his first little trap R&B song was about me,” Autumn giggles.
“And then he wrote one about me and told me he’d save me, whatever that meant,” Wyn cackles. When she calms down, a sort of solemn look takes over as she rolls her backwood. “You guys would have loved them.”
Wyn stands and brings her pitcher of margs and a cup to Auty, giving her an air kiss before pouring her some.
We cheers to their friends that aren’t here, before downing half the drink and the turn up is back on again.
I run my fingers through my curly unit Autumn just installed and we take some pics in the mirror. Once Autumn finally puts on her mesh top and Wyn puts on her short denim set, we take a couple group pictures before the sprinter van gets here.
“Unt unt–everyone but Mace turn off they phones. I’m barely in niggas’ good graces and I’m not tryna get my wig split tonight!” Wyn points at all them while I snicker.
Brina and Dal turn theirs off no problem. Autumn is the one who hesitates. Wyn cuts her eyes to her, making her put her hands up in surrender.
“I thought it would have been Brina putting up a fight,” she huffs.
Autumn rolls her eyes. “Bitch, I’m trying not to be tied up. Literally. But fine.” She turns her phone off and puts it in her purse.
Wyn smirks and leads us out her apartment toward the elevator.
Luxe, the new club Wyn’s hosting, isnice. Done in black, mauve, and silver, it really gives off a luxurious vibe, and it’s packed on a Saturday night.
Not only does it have huge sections, but they’re placed artfully on the second floor, overlooking the main dance floor.
I almost choke on ranch when the Get Money Crew make their way in our section. A long time ago, when I was a hot and ready college sophomore, I went to a Native Sons concert. I was pretty close, and I swore Trippy and PC were making eye contact with me, but it’s a concert. Most of the girls probably thought the same thing. It wasn’t until I locked eyes with PC at the after party that I knew I wasn’t tripping, but I told him we can just befriends, and that I wasn’t tryna go there with a rapper, no matter how famous.
Now look at me.
PC does a double take when I stand up, and envelopes me in his arms. Wyn and Auty’s eyes buck, making me giggle as I inhale his intoxicating cologne. When he pulls back, he’s grinning, too.
And damn, does he look fine in his blue bandana jacket and light washed jeans. Especially with his hair in intricate cornrows that stop at his chest.
“I told you, you were made to be on the arm of a boss. And you blew me off,” his raspy voice rumbles in my ear.
I blush and flutter my lashes automatically. “Oh, stop. It’s nice to see you, Piccolo.”
I’m wrenched from his arms and spin around twice before being set on my feet. Tripp cheeses at me before cackling. “Let me stop before yo bd shoots my face off.”
I shove his arm as my smile turns a little brittle.
“Um, how y’all know my new homegirl?” Wyn says.
