Get Ready for War by Ni-Ni Simone

licked his lips and flicked my chin. “Can we get an introduction?”
    Immediately my temperature rose. I swear if somebody had checked me right then I’d have had a fever. I fanned my face and made sure that my D cups bounced as I slid my arms around his neck and said, “It’s okay, L-Boogie, I got the introductions and the condoms.” I paused. I don’t believe I just said that . I fought back my blush. “I’m just playing—”
    â€œYeah, right.” He smirked as he reached out and touched the tip of one of my curls and twirled it. “I betchu was just playin’.”
    Whew!
    And to think that when I arrived here I was down in the dumps, but now I was clearly on the mountaintop. Yes, yes, Mt. Everest. Miz Thang’s swag was back.
    Boom!
    But before I could decide if I wanted to take him home or arrange a short stay, I needed to know his name. Nameless boys weren’t my forte. That was for hoes. “Yeah, L-Boogie, introductions, please.”
    For the second time in a matter of minutes London hesitated and I had to take charge—again. “The name’s Rich,” I said. “Rich. Like an overflowing of cash. I’m sixteen, newly single, and two hours and fifteen minutes ago I had issues, but as of right now, I’m stress-free. Now give me your stats, lil daddy.”
    â€œHis name,” London said with a razor-sharp edge, “is Justice.” She slid in front of me and blocked him from my view. How rude.
    â€œOh, this is Justice?” I said, bumping her out the way and now resuming my place in his face. “Why didn’t you tell me he was so delicious? I mean, such a nice and fine, chocolate, strapping young man.” I brazenly touched his right bicep and ran my index finger up the protruding vein. If I were fresh, and easy, by the end of the night I would change his name from Justice to Give-It-To-Me-Daddy. It took everything in me not to purr. I quickly grabbed my purse, scribbled my number down on a piece of paper, and as I went to hand it to my FBD, I let the paper slip and land right on top of my breasts—my fleshy hilltop. Then I took my hand and pushed the piece of paper into my valley. “OMG. Would you look at that?” I pointed to the edge of the paper in my cleavage. “I only wanted to give you my number and it seems I lost it.” I pointed. “Down there.”
    London looked at me as if I were some dirty hot trollop. “You can calm down and tuck your horns back in. This is not the week for freaks or an STD lottery.”
    Screech!
    Oh, no she did’eent!
    Can you say mad hater? And umm, wasn’t she just crying over Anderson this afternoon? And umm, just a couple of months ago—the same night we stormed into the club and broke bottles over my ex-boyfriend Corey’s and Anderson’s heads—she insisted that I get with her friend Justice. The same Justice standing here, and now she was throwing shade? Like what was good with that? Who does that? Or had she reneged on the invitation?
    I looked at her and said, “London, what’s up with you turning into Shady-Old-Lady-Grady. I’m tryin’ to drop my boom-bop and you’re putting me on pause. Did something change, ’cause last time I checked you were trying to hook me up with Justice? Remember? Or was I dreaming?”
    Justice shot London a nasty look as he removed my phone number from my fleshy valley.
    London’s eyes turned dead red as their gazes clashed. “No, you weren’t dreaming,” Justice said. “London told me a lot about you, sweetness.”
    â€œYeah, I did,” London snapped. “But that was right before she told me that she wasn’t interested in meeting you. That she was hung up and strung out over Knox.” She squinted her eyes at me. “Yeah, remember Knox, Rich? And remember those nine months you came over here mourning about him?”
    I don’t