Page 3 of Juice
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face if I wanted too. Raising my hand up I saluted Amp and started vibing to my track that he dropped. When I started to hear people spitting my rhymes, I had to pull my shades up to make sure I wasn’t fucking tripping. Standing there watching muthafuckas rap my shit hit different.
A few bottles girls stepped into the section carrying a sign that said, “congratulations” and some sparklers attached to a few bottles of Dom Perigon.
“Courtesy of Chucky.” A thick dark-skinned chick said as she stepped over to me wearing a smile that lit the whole fucking club up. Momentarily I was rendered speechless. I mean she was fucking beautiful. Her hair was up in a bushy ponytail and two strategically placed ringlets were hanging by her ears.
Finally finding my voice I said a quick thank you. I was about to say something to her when Tito rushed over to us and shoved his phone in my face. I was trying to see what he was showing me without taking my eyes off her. But he was so determined to show me what was on the screen.
I quickly read the article that Majik had dropped ‘bout their newest artist. Nodding, I said “that’s what’s up.” My eyes did a quick scan around the section for baby girl, but she had dipped.
Grabbing one of the few lingering bottles girls by the elbow I asked. “Aye, where lil mama go with the ponytail?”
“Ponytail?” She repeated quizzingly like she ain’t have a clue who I was talking bout. “Oh, you talking about Nari, the new girl. Umm.” She looked off. “I don’t know.”
“When you see her again can you bring her back over here?”
“Why?” She asked with a lil too much attitude tucking her arms under her breast. “You tryna holla?”
“Not yo business lil baby. Just please do me that solid.”
“Sorry.” She fake smiled. “I can’t. It’s against Chucky’s rules.”
“Oh aight.” I said, knowing good and fucking well that I ain’t give two shits ‘bout no damn rules. Walking away from her I went over to Tito. “Chucky the owner?”
“His pops the owner, he run it though.”
“Cool.” I nodded and rubbed my chin. “Think you can get him over here for a quick second.”
“Yeah, but what’s up?” Tito quizzed.
“Need to get some information up out of him.” I gave him a vague response.
Tito stared at me a few seconds before nodding his head. Without taking his eyes off me he tapped the same broad I was just talking too. “Go get Chucky for me lil mama.”
“Ugh.” She groaned and stomped off.
“What you got going on Juice?”
“All I’m tryna do is talk with the man.” Plopping down on the couch I propped my feet up on the table and waited for Chucky.
I had a lil situation that wasn’t that serious. I mean we had fucked off a few times, but we weren’t together. I actually met her that night I did the homecoming show. She was a good girl but the kind of life I lived I knew her folks wouldn’t want her with a nigga like me, so I played it cool with her.
I didn’t have room for nothing serious, so I hit a few times and that’s as far as it went. Baby girl who I just saw could get me out of everything I fucking owned. The first thing I noticed about her was that infectious ass smile. I wanted her. Real bad.
“Juice, this Chucky.”
Chucky held his hand out for me to shake. “Juice, congratulations.”
Meeting him halfway I slapped hands with him. “I ain’t tryna take up too much of your time. But one of your bottle girls that you sent over?— “
Before I could finish my statement, he blurted out. “Which one was it and what did she do?”
“Nawl, nawl, nawl.” I shook my head. “Nothing like that. I think she said her name was Nari.”
“Nariah.” He corrected me. “Tonight is her first night working the weekends. Excuse her I’m still trying to show her the ropes.”
Nariah… That shit fit her.
“She ain’t did shit.” I chuckled. “I want you to send her over.”
