Chapter 2 Detroit Turn-Up

So cruising down 75 listening to my beloved Jeezy. Yes....pretty girls love trap music replaying that episode that took place in my backseat...damn I need to get a detail. Can't have Angel and Jayla back there like that. I call Kira Kira picks up with Where ya at? Getting off on Jefferson now, headed to you. You talk to Joel, Monique or Gabby Yup she says. Monique been here on penis patrol. And Gabby and Joel pulling in. How them hoes beat you? Ummmm one word Tyson Hurry up and get here bitch.

I need dets! Bitch it's nothing to tell bomb ass QUIET sex AGAIN!!! Yeah pull in so we can address that. Ok gimmie 5 minutes. I pull up to Floods and I can see it's doing it's usual for Friday. SLAPPING!!! Go inside and see my girls. Kira in a two piece, body fit to the GAWDS!!! How is this perfect being related to me?! How? Black Balmain pants sitting low on her perfectly narrowed waist, dancing off the glow of her caramel skin and eyelashes to high heavens the matching wrap around bell sleeved top is sitting perfect topped of with her signature Red bottoms (insert correct spelling here) and a Afro Angela Davis would be jealous of, she spots me and waves me over. As I proceed I see Monique, my fellow bronze goddess and her always fashionable self in the deepest rust color catsuit with her signature statement neckpiece, she keeps the flyest jewelry around her neck and on her fingers. Hair is always big and bouncy in a deep aurburn hue. Her shoes 6 inches always in jewel tones of deep purple, rust and maroon all 5'10 of her having a deep conversation with a very tall very handsome man probably sizing up his print if I know my girl. Reaching the table I'm embraced by my sister as well as Joel with her hair pulled up in a tight bun that makes her eyes slant and not one hair out of place. Her cappuccino colored skin flawless. Her military inspired jacket in a olive green also Balmain with a pale pink silk button down underneath and light blue 7 for all mankind jeans complimented by a pair of Gucci high heeled military style boots and Gabby in her signature pencil skirt and ruffle top with a peep toe 4 inch all by Yves St Laurent. They made me feel so good and also happy I decided to put some clothes on. I wear dresses. That's what I do. So of course my Diane Von Fursteinburg wrap dress all black sequins with a pair of all black sling backs. Hair in bouncy bob of curls. They already have drinks ordered. Patron!!!! And my food Fried Fish, Mac and Cheese, Collards and a side of Peach Cobbler. Watching Kira eat her Ceaser salad answers my question as to why she's snatched and I'm jealous. Lol Monique finally makes her way to the table all smiles and shit. Joel greets her "Hey Hoe, what nigga you got wrapped up now?" We all literally fall out laugh cuz we know it's true. That's what she and I do. We knock em down. If it feels right then it might be your lucky night. Kira then stops and says "Suns Iont know why yo hoe ass laughing didn't you just get fucked 30 minutes ago in the back seat of your car? I continue to die of laughter. Gabby says oh that's why you were late bitch. Yup. That's why. Tyson ass fell through in the parking garage and how could I say no? Joel says "Not Quiet creepy sex Tyson?" Bitch send him on his way with that mute shit! Back to laughter.....It's quiet but it's bomb though. Ugh. I just want to meet a man who is handsome, Successful, likes to travel and is nasty AS FUCK. The struggle is real y'all. Toledo ain't Detroit. It's slim pickings. Kira we going back to the shop after this? asks Gabby. Hell Naw bitch we playing in these streets. You know we all get touched up on Sundays and your hair looks fine. We kick it on Friday, Sweat it out on Saturday and Kira Hooks it the fuck up on Sunday. Stick to the routine!!! Monique says playfully. Gabby is the only married friend so we give her a hard time. But we love that she is happy and still makes time for us. Well what's the plan says Joel. This chick always needs plan. ALWAYS. Iont know why. She gone be late to it anyways. We're going to Club Reign 97.3 said it's gonna be everything and I need to be apart of that. Kira is conscious but she's not dead. We party hard!!! And Club Reign better look out!!! So as we sip our Patron, eat this bomb ass food and catch up, the time starts to slip away. By the time we look up we gotta make a mad dash if we want to get there before a crazy line forms. We don't do lines! Ever!!!! Are we driving together or separate? Asks Monique. Let's just all hop in our own cars and park them at the shop. We can't leave them here and Reign is only a block up from the my shop. Walk?! Are you serious says Joel. Yeah bougie ass, Kira replies. It's only one block and the snow hasn't gotten here yet so we good. We All agree and pull off. One fancy ass car after another. Once we reach the shop. We pull in to the parking lot of "A Queens Crown" Kira's shop and our Sunday Sanctuary. Monique hopes out of her Chevy Yukon (She likes EVERYTHING big) I hop out of the Audi Q5, Kira G-Wagon, Joel C Class Mercedes Benz and Gabby in her Beemer 600 series. We like nice things. And work harder to have them. But tonight baby is play time!!!