‘ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐗.

“Miss a meaaaaaal!? Who said that!? I’m eating whether I help you or not, big man! I’ll bring the plates and the red solo cups. I MIGHT even throw in some utensils if I’m feeling generous. I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and this is how you do me. Tragic.”

“We live in a world with the city girls, there’s no reason we should be taking any less than we deserve! Plus, it’s the summertime, it’s our time to shine. If I don’t make a man cry before the month is out, I feel like I failed my ancestors. But no really, the disrespect gotta be at an all time low.” 

“A grown man that can’t cook?! That’s how you living? A good ass plan that definitely sounds like me doing on the work, which is a plan that completely voids the fact that you, and you alone are the sole host of the barbecue. So I’m gonna have to decline that offer with much love.”

“My own little gas station thug. I like you already, together? There’s no bum we can’t fight off. But I definitely hope you’re right. I never realize how much I want to be social until I’m at home watching Living Single in full for the umpteenth time.” 

“You deserve it more than anybody. ‘Cause baby, I know you got some pent up aggression. My day was interesting, between working and almost having to go to jail at the gas station, it was pretty standard. I’m hoping that the second quarter of my game will be more exciting”

“I don’t think anyone has mentioned a cookout but you. So in that case, you’ve volunteered yourself to host it. Plus, you remind me of someone’s drunk uncle so I KNOW the chicken hit. Burnt just right and everything. What time should we show up?”

“Protect your energy and your home, baby. Don’t end up like me. And we definitely do! How would we keep our foot on these dudes necks if we’re competing with one another? It’s really blasphemous.”

“Seven rounds?! I would be more concerned if you didn’t get a little...” Mimicking the girl’s previous actions by leaning forward, as if she was sharing a secret, she whispered. “...A little horny.” With a smile plastered on her face, she laughed in genuine amusement. “Don’t worry about that either, I’m sure that can also be handled. Wild things happen on Wednesday.”

“You ask the real questions. I got a pack of sour patch kids, fruit snacks and pistachios please don’t judge my snack choices, but none of them were deadly enough to use as a weapon, unfortunately. But you don’t play no games, I like that.”

“Yeah, see. It can’t be me because last time I held a function at my house, somebody stole my food processor. I’m still lookin’ for that nigga right now. Respect just lacking. But oop, boo. Flex on me, I definitely need a fill-in. I need the number to your nail tech because your nails are ALWAYS on point.”

“That’s a bad day straight out of a movie. I’m glad you’re okay, though. I couldn’t imagine how scared and annoyed you were at the same damn time. You deserve to get as drunk as you want tonight, drunk enough that none of the shit that happened really happened. As a matter of fact, I’m gonna make it a personal mission to make the second half of your day way better than the first.”

“Right, because if I hit one of them with my truck, I’M the bad guy. And you know what? A game night does sound lit as fuck. Just throw in some food, and I’m there. Uh oh, sounds like you had a rough one?”

“I’ma let this pepper spray or this taser get them in line. I’ll even let them pick which one they want. I’m wayyyy too little to be unarmed. And yeah, the club is overrated, but a little kickback would be appreciated. Somethin’ to get the social juices flowin’. I’m doing well, how are you mama?”

“See, the thing about Game of Thrones is, I just reached season seven last night. I know, judge me. I judge myself.” With a smile, HENDRIX aligned her vision with the beauty next to her. “I missed both shows actually, so thank God for streaming channels.”