“I didn’t have plans, per se. I just wanted to unwind with my girls and have a good fucking time.”
“You been to Miami before?”
“Yeah. You?”
I shrugged. “A few times.”
“You like it?”
“Nah. I don’t fuck with Dade County like that.”
“Why not?”
I brushed off her question and asked one of my own instead. “So for real, why you ain’t got no nigga around to protect you when niggas like me show up?”
“Why does that matter?” she asked, stepping back to clean up the first-aid supplies and throw them in the trash. “And I don’t need protecting.”
I chuckled. “Says the woman with the baseball bat beside her bed.”
Her eyebrows heightened. “You found that?”
“Sure did. I had to know what the fuck I was dealing with.”
“Did you rummage through my entire house while I was gone? That’s creepy as fuck.”
“You act like I was sniffing your panties or something.”
“Maybe you were.”
I scoffed. “Nah, shawty. That’s not my style.”
“Right, just typical B&Es.”
“So, you gon’ answer my question?”
“Why are you so pressed about why I’m single?”
“Because all women have something of their ex’s still lying around.”
“How old are you? Your view on women is so outdated. There’s nothing like that here.”
“You a lesbian?” I questioned. “Be honest with a nigga.”
Her eyebrows shot up to her forehead in surprise at my blunt question. “What? Nigga, no! There’s only room for one pussy in this apartment, and that’s mine. And I don’t have anything laying around from an ex because I haven’t been in a relationship in . . . a while.”
“What’s a while?”
“Mind your business.”
“I was just making conversation, damn. Who else you gon’ talk to around this mothafucka in the dark? The dog?” I said, glancing over at the crate that was in the living room.
“He might not be a human being, but it’s not like he’s a fucking stuffed animal. He has feelings too.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, aight.”
“Are you gonna trip if I let him out of his crate to stretch his legs?”
“I’m not the one you should be asking.”
