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assuming liquor was the answer to everything.
    â€œLet me get this one. What you having, Miss California Jewel?” Calico said, offering me a truce drink.
    â€œI don’t accept drinks from people I don’t know,” I said with a slight smile.
    He began to say, “I’m sorry—”
    â€œOh, I know you sorry . . . sorry-ass nigga.” I just had to take that. I owed him one. “I’m joking, sweetie,” I said, seeing the wrinkles of disapproval in his forehead. “Okay, let’s start from the beginning.”
    â€œI’m Calico,” he said as he extended his hand.
    Now just being a spoiled-ass little bitch for the hell of it, I folded my arms and refused to shake his hand. I wanted to be sure I had the upper hand.
    â€œCome on, don’t do this to me,” he begged.
    I still refused, pushing it a little further.
    â€œYo, you just make a nigga wanna . . .” He paused and took a deep breath, as though he was trying to refrain from doing something terrible. He added, “You just make a nigga wanna hug your little ass,” then grabbed me tight.
    Totally surprised by his actions, we all laughed together.
    Damn, I’m glad this nigga hugged me and didn’t haul off and hit me , I thought, realizing I would have been caught totally off guard and probably knocked the fuck out.
    Now that things were back on track, I figured I’d better wrap things up. I needed to get his number and get the hell out of dodge. I started a little small talk as I waited for the perfect time to execute.
    Meanwhile, Calico ordered a round of Cuervo 1800. The last thing I needed was another drink, but I didn’t want to take the risk of insulting him by turning it down. So, on the count of three, we all tapped glasses and threw the drinks down.
    â€œOkay, that’s it for me, fellas,” I said as I attempted to stand up.
    â€œOh no, you don’t.” Calico grabbed my purse. “Friends don’t let friends drive drunk,” he said between laughs.
    â€œWhatever! I’m not your friend, so it’s okay to let me drive,” I said sarcastically.
    â€œDamn, are you always this vicious or just when you’re drunk?” Calico asked.
    â€œI’m a Scorpio, baby. We never stop.”
    â€œWell, Scorpio, I’m not letting you drive. I’ll take you home.”
    I looked at Calico from head to toe. I thought back to the first time I’d seen him. Boy, you just don’t know. If you came home with me tonight, you’ll be handing over the keys to your Benz tomorrow. As horny and drunk as I am, who knows the tricks I would turn tonight? My thoughts were interrupted by Touch’s call.
    â€œJewel, come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulled my hand with his right hand, and my purse sat comfortable on his left wrist, just like it belonged there.
    Calico followed behind us as we walked to my truck. Touch unlocked the door and threw my purse and cell phone on the driver’s seat.
    I climbed in the passenger side and began to fumble with my iPod as I waited for him to gather some things from his car.
    â€œOh shit,” I yelled as Calico tapped on my window, nearly scaring me to death.
    He opened the door. “Let me see your phone.”
    I reached over and grabbed my phone from the driver’s seat and handed it to him without hesitation. I’d been a bitch enough for the night. Now it was time to settle down and handle business.
    Calico entered and stored his number, called his phone, then handed me my phone back. “Can I get a call tomorrow?” he asked.
    The words, “You sure can,” slurred from my tongue, as my head began to spin.
    â€œCool. Have a good night, sweetie.” Calico buckled me in and closed the door.
    Touch hopped in and gave Calico a wave as we pulled out of the parking lot.
    As quickly as we pulled out, I was knocked out. When I opened my eyes we were in front of my