Drop Dead, Strippers Edition.

"You wanna lap dance?" The stripper asked me licking her lips eyeing me, she was as thirsty as they came; probably would give a nigga the throat for no money.

"Nah, I'm good." I told her sipping on my drink, I didn't drink much, and one of the reasons why was because I wasn't to fond of the burning sensation that pooled down my throat.

"Gone head and get one Ryan." B.J hollered over the loud music and stripper shaken her ass all In his face.

"Nah." I repeat I got my eyes on what we came for. "That's not what I'm here for." I said sitting the almost full cup down, I was done for the night; I didn't like the feeling of being gone; and I'd rather be sober for what was about to go down. B.J on the other hand.

"i CAN NEVAH WiFE HER....ONLY ONE NiGHT HER!" B.J hollered singing along to the song that's blasting throughout the club.

"Women full of lies, I just fuck em then pass em' to my guys." I said lowly, I wasn't as hype as he was but, that part spoke to me cause that's how I felt.

"i live Fa Taday Mothafuck Tamaaa." this nigga was drunk off his ass, and slurring his words; I wasn't really worried about It tho because I'm pretty sure he could sober up when bullets were flying.

"Nigga focus!" I snapped at him, "We supposed to be looking for some nigga name eli." I said as my eyes shot over to the broad walking up In our v.i.p section she took a seat at the couch that was vacant and placed the black clutch In her lap. Her ass was suspect not like all the other groupies that surrounded us. she was dressed In money, I had an eye for the better things and I knew for sure that all black bodycon dress with the deep V cut, and silver sparkling platforms were not cheap, My sister Into the fashion world so I picked up a few things, and I could tell that the material the dress was made from costed DOUGH.

"Wassup." I spoke across the short area.

"Nothin" she said  nonchalantly as she didn't have a care In the world.

it didn't take rocket science to put two and two together, eli was supposed to be here at 11:45 and It was 1:30 and that nigga sent his bitch.

"Yo, B.J." I said gesturing him to come on, It was time for us to roll out. This nigga was either setting us up or he got a tip and didn't tell us. B.J stood up and so did the stripper and just as I thought a bullet flew through the all glass window Inches away from B.J's head I dropped to the floor watching as the bullet pirced the strippers head, her body jerked and she fell backwards right beside me I looked at B.J as he peered down at us shocked sobering up quick.

"Nigga Is you dumb or stupid get the fuck down!" I hollered as they began to just shoot up the place, I noticed the girl standing, I grabbed her foot and pulled as hard as I could making her fall to the ground with a loud thud she hit her head hard as hell, but at least she wouldn't be shot. I shielded her body until the bullets stopped. I stayed on the ground for about five more minutes ensuring that they were gone before standing up I just walked away from the girl and over to B.J who was standing up as well. No need In questioning her, I'd take this up with Eli and his bitch ain't have shit to do with It.

i smacked the fuck out of B.J soon as he stood up, with his dumb ass.

"That's for almost dying today fool." I said patting my pockets In search of my keys.

"Now let's roll out before 12 show up." I said walking away, soon as we got outside you could see the girl standing off to the side stomping her feet while on the phone, I chuckled to myself.

"These bitches be acting up, and these niggas be lettin' em." B.J said as he broke his neck to observe her.

"Real Talk Niggas needda control they bitch." I agreed "now stop making googly eyes and get ya ass In the car." I said unlocking the door.

"Nigga, we ain't cool, I ain't forgot you smacked me." He said mugging me from outside the door.

"Nigga, Walk home then." I said locking my doors and starting up my car.

He crossed his arms and made a phone call.

Swear to god he looked like that meme where the dude was on the phone.

"What the fuck you doing?" I questioned through my cracked window.

"i'm calling nana." He said seriously.

This childish ass nigga was really about to tell my granny on me?

"Nigga get In the car, we got shit to do In da morning." I said unlocking the doors, and as we drove away 12 rode up.