The One I Gave My Heart To(5)

“Ehh, mmm!” She cleared her throat interrupting our conversation. “Dola, here’s your drinks!” The bartender said, with a little animosity in her voice. She sat the drinks down in front of him and rolled her eyes, as she walked away swaying her wide hips from side-to-side with attitude. He slid a drink in front of me, one in front of Kelsi, and passed the other one to Terri. Dola had been watching me so hard that the nigga knew that Drelli had been my drink of choice for the night.

“What’s your name?” He asked, still sporting that intriguing smile that couldn’t be resisted.

The set of eyes that I had come in contact with earlier that night were much different now. The eyes in front of me were slightly open, somewhat lazy, and the small portion of his eyes that were visible were very crimson colored and sensual. They were so low that he looked as if he would fall asleep at the bar while conversing with me at any second. Since I was born & raised in the hood, I knew that only one thing would have that type of effect on a street nigga, and that was weed. This nigga higher than a spaceship! I thought to myself while smiling.

“My name’s Tamia, but you can call me Mia. Either is fine with me.”

“I like that name….Mia….It’s cute.” He flirted.

“Thanks….Dola. I like yours, too.” I giggled.

He was trying his best luck with me. He knew damn well Mia was a common name, but it still felt damn good to hear him compliment it.

He and I made small talk for a few minutes about the scenery inside of the club, but nothing major. However, the more we chatted, the more that the chemistry between us became undeniable, as we made each other laugh like little kids on a playground. Physically, we were in a club, but mentally, we were ducked off somewhere in our own little world. It was obvious that I had him interested and little did he know, the feelings were quite mutual.

“Ayo, Dola, I know you ain’t over here cakin’ my nigga! Quit being selfish and introduce ya’ boy!” A fine ass chocolate covered individual yelled from behind us, causing us to turn around on our barstools and laugh.

This nigga was gothic black. Nah, fuck that; he was so dark that it wasn’t a word to describe the type of black that he was. And the club lights being dim didn’t do him any justice. He was more like a 12 o’clock midnight black, but definitely; his complexion was sexy as hell. He looked to be about 210 pounds of pure muscle and height. Dola laughed at his antics, as they slapped hands and gave each other a virile hug.

“Nigga, call it what you want...…Ladies, this my crazy ass cousin, Ruthless. Ruth, this my girl, Mia, and her home girls, Kelsi and Terrica.” Dola introduced.

All three of us turned to look at Dola and then at each other, because Terrica and Kelsi had never given him their names, but somehow he knew it, which said a lot about him. I’m sure he already knew mines as well but asking me was the most formal thing for him to do. Not only that, but he had caught me off guard introducing me as his girl. I did kind of like the sound of that, though.

“What’s good, Kelsi? What’s good, Terrica?” Ruth hugged them both, and they returned the gesture.

“What’s up, My Girl Mia?” He gave me a hug, laughing, knowing damn well “My Girl Mia” was not my name.

“Nah, nigga! This my girl Mia. You…nigga gotta call her Mia.” Dola corrected him, and everybody else fell out laughing including myself.

“My bad, cuz… My bad! Damn Mia, you got this nigga wide open. He getting hostile ‘bout ya’ lil pretty ass already, and I’m his people. Nigga, you must forgot blood is thicker than water my nigga! Remember dat!” He joked.

“That may be true cuz…..but as the question goes nigga…which one would you drink?” Dola asked, and Ruth stared off into space, as if he was really contemplating on which one he would drink.

“Yeah….my nigga. You do have a point.” Ruth stated, and they both laughed.

“You already know…” Dola added, and they slapped hands once again.

“I’ll be right back y’all.” Terri stated and excused herself from the bar leaving us to deal with these two clowns.

While Dola, Ruth, & Kelsi chopped it up, my eyes followed Terri to her destination. She had approached the chick that she had been preying on all night, and they were now indulged in a conversation. When I saw the girl laughing hysterically, I knew that Terri had nailed her target.

Now Terri’s situation was every bit of crazy. According to her, she was only using this time to explore her other side, because she needed to figure out if being a lesbian was something that she really wanted to be in life. She opted out of being bi-sexual. It was either one or the other with her, but not both. She swore up and down that it would be a conflict of interest for her to be getting dick and pussy all at the same time.