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pretty sure we’re good. I know damn near every bouncer that works down here.”
    “I hope y’all got on comfortable shoes, because I might have to bust one of these hoe’s in the head tonight,” Jill said.
    Jillian was a short fuse waiting to be lit. At any moment she could go off, and the outcome usually wasn’t a good one. Add a few drinks to that equation, and all hell was breaking loose.
    “Not tonight, Jill,” Raquel told her. “We don’t need to be fighting the whole damn club.”
    “Ain’t that what happened the last time we went to the club?” I asked.
    “Yup, and it was all her fault!” Raquel pointed to Jill.
    We all laughed.
    “Whatevea bitch! You better tell these hoes to leave me alone,” Jill was dead serious.
    Luckily a parking space right in front of the club opened up and I pulled into it. We got out and maneuvered our way through the crowded sidewalk. When we made it to the entrance, I didn’t notice who the bouncer was until he turned around.
    “Hey Thor,” I said.
    “Cherish, wassup, how many you got?”
    “It’s three of us.”
    Thor raised the rope that held the line back and let us in. Bitches were tight! They saw us pull up, park, cut the line and then get right in. All you heard were whispers, and all you saw was screwed up faces. We just laughed and kept it moving. I slipped Thor a crispy one hundred dollar bill and kissed his cheek.
    “Thanks love, you always take care of me.”
    “No problem, Cherish. If you need anything just let me know,” he said. “Who’s your friend?” he had his eyes on Jill the whole time.
    “Don’t even worry about it,” Jill shut him down quick, “I am not interested; your big ass will not be getting this pussy tonight.”
    “Damn, it’s like that?”
    “Yes, nigga,” she rolled her eyes and spun off. “C’mon y’all…”
    We followed her into the club and went straight to the V.I.P. I told the bottle girl to bring us three bottles of Ace of Spades and gave her a hundred dollar tip.
    “We ballin’ in this bitch tonight! What bitch; what!” The music was loud and Jill was on ten! She was drinking, dancing and having the time of her life. A few guys tried to invade our pussy party, but Jillian was on their ass. “Fuck outta here, nigga, we don’t want your company,” she said.
    “Why you so hostile, beautiful?”
    “Because I wanna be, and you’re not wanted here.”
    “I’m saying; I wanna get to know you.”
    Jill bust out laughing in the dude’s face and he just walked away.
    “Be nice, Jill…” Raq said.
    “Fuck niggas, get money!” she sang, throwing her hands up in the air.
    We partied like rock stars for an hour and a half and I was ready to go home. Jill was still a livewire and Raquel was on her usual cool out shit. The bottle girl came over to our section with three more bottles of Ace.
    “We didn’t order those,” I told her.
    “Compliments of those gentlemen over there,” she pointed to the far end of the V.I.P where four dudes and two females were sitting.
    I tried to make out their faces, but I didn’t recognize any of them, the females either. I tapped Raquel. “You know them, Raq?” she looked and shook her head no.
    “Y’all bitches got more bottles?” Jill stopped dancing and sat down next to us.
    “It’s from them,” Raquel pointed.
    “Who’s that?” Jill questioned. “Let’s go and introduce ourselves. They look like they got it.”
    “I’m not going over there, Jill. You don’t know them,” I replied.
    “So what,” she grabbed my arm, I snatched Raquel’s arm and the three of us walked over to meet the guys who sent the bottles.
    The four guys were lounging on the sofa, drinking and talking to each other. All four of them were brown skinned, but there was one super dark chocolate nigga sitting in the middle with a pair of dark shades on. He looked like the boss. He was fine as fuck! They were all dressed in nice fitting suits and shiny shoes. They were sharp, well groomed