“Yo, I ain’t with this Hollywood shit,” I said to BJ.
“We’ll chill for about an hour and then bounce,” BJ replied into my ear over the music.
The VIP area was too packed for me, so I headed over to the bar area, while BJ posted up and chilled where he was at. BJ had a tool on him, but I wasn’t strapped ,so I wasn’t feeling all that comfortable.
I had been near the bar for no more than five minutes when some chick came up next to me.
“I know you’re gonna buy me a drink, right?” she said, a smile on her face.
It was dark in the club, so I couldn’t really see her face that well. At the same time, she did look familiar.
“Nico, it’s Jasmine,” she said.
“Oh shit! What’s good, ma’ma’?” I replied, finally realizing who she was.
“Nothing. I’m just up in here with my girls.” Jasmine replied. “These are my friends, Simone and Jada.”
At that moment DJ Clue threw on Lil Wayne’s hit song, “If I Die Today.”
“Ahh yeah, this my shit right here!” Jasmine yelled out. She put one of her hands in the air and started dancing in front of me to the music.
“I didn’t recognize you. But, yeah, I gotchu. Whatchu want? Tell your friends I got them too,” I said while pulling out a large wad of cash, all hundred dollar bills.
“We been drinking Nuvo the whole night, so just get us that,” Jasmine shouted into my ear.
I got the bartender’s attention, and I ordered a bottle of Nuvo, a bottle of coconut Ciroc, and a bottle of Hennessy Paradis.
A young lady who had been sitting down at the bar got up, and Simone sat in her seat.
The bottles arrived, and Simone poured the drinks for everybody. I drank the Hennessy, and they drank the Ciroc and the Nuvo.
“Who you in here with?” Jasmine asked me.
“BJ,” I replied.
Jasmine gave a look of contemplation.
“You know BJ, right? That’s my man.”
“I don’t know him like that, but I know who he is.”
I drank some of my drink, and then I sat my glass down on the bar. “What’s up with your boy?”
“Shabazz?” Jasmine rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“What’s up with that look?”
Jasmine shook her head again but didn’t immediately reply.
“I don’t really know. I can’t figure him out.” Jasmine then took some of the Nuvo and mixed it with the Hennessy and drank some. “We was up in Foxwoods last night, and we was gonna stay there for the weekend, but I had to bounce today. I couldn’t deal with his shit for the weekend. I just couldn’t take it.”
I nodded my head and didn’t say anything in response to what she was saying about Shabazz.
“I see you trying to get fucked up tonight,” I said directly into Jasmine’s ear. “You ain’t playing fair with that dress you got on either. You might catch a murder charge ’cause you killing ’em in here.”
Jasmine blushed. She started to bounce her body to the music, staring at me with a flirtatious look as she danced. Her two girlfriends told her that they would be back in a few minutes and that they were going to check on some dude named Carlos.
“So where you from, Jasmine?”