Free Lady Swagger-The Beginning by TKO

 
    Ni kki
    “I can’t fuckin’ believe her trifling ass has the nerve to be over there booed up with that hooker ass tramp like that!” Nikki hissed. “We haven’t been in here five seconds and I already have to see this shit!” Never in a million decades would she have imagined her 30 th birthday turning out like this. It was already messed up that she hadn’t received one single happy birthday call from her girlfriend all day, which led her to believe that she must have still been upset over their most recent argument or she flat out forgot.
    Nikki’s best friend, Jazz, shook her head in contempt as she lacquered her full lips with another coat of lip gloss. “You think she saw you?”
    “Hell naw her drunk ass didn’t see me. Otherwise she wouldn’t have been so damn brave.” Nikki paused as if a bulb had gone off in her head. “Then again, maybe she doesn’t care who sees her. Maybe she broke it off but forgot to send me the memo.”
    Nikki’s tone revealed exactly how she was feeling deep down. She couldn’t let this one slide. Not even if she wanted to. Because if she saw her she was sure everyone else in the club did as well, and there was no telling what those greasy bitches were saying right about now behind her back.
    If Lady Swagger wasn’t known for anything else in its eight years of existence, it was irrefutably known as the hook-up spot, break-up spot, and drama madhouse. So before any nasty rumors could spread, Nikki was going to let it be known that she saw the hooker, her term for stupid popcorn bitches, with her own two eyes and that she’d already dumped Dream’s ass like last week’s garbage. She was over Dream, over love, and she was over women … well maybe not all women. Just Dream’s dirty ass.
    Jazz exhaled sharply as she dropped her makeup essentials back into her purse. Usually, she seemed so self-conscious, but not tonight. Jazz owned her thickness with a stylish symmetry that exhibited grace and sexy. Her radiant brown skin shimmered under the bright light and every detail of her makeup was effective. She looked incredibly beautiful and Nikki was proud of her for coming out of her shell and letting her hair down for a change. Especially since all she ever did was sit around and mope about how she needed to lose weight before that convict boyfriend of hers got out of jail. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, but when she walked in and saw Dream, it killed her spirit.
    Jazz swept her hand over the flattering tangerine colored Maxi dress and adjusted the low-slung gold chain belt that hung off her wide hips. Her zillion style micro braids draped slightly past her broad shoulders and the curls at the end blanketed her thick arms. She directed her undivided attention back to Nikki who was checking out her flawless features in the mirror. Jazz circled her hand over Nikki’s back.
    “ Well we came to do you . It’s your day, so please try not to let that ruin the rest of your night,” Jazz told her.
    Nikki’s oversized silver hoop earrings sparkled in her reflection. “Tsk! Too late for that,” she retorted.
    As more women filed in to the bathroom, Nikki recognized at least six of them as superficial regulars. She never broke her stance as they inched past her in slutty outfits, reeking cheap perfume and no fashion sense. Nikki upstaged every single one of them without even trying. Her good genes didn’t require all the cosmetics they advertised nor did she need a designer brand to feel worthy. She shook her head all while thinking how desperate they must have been for the attention. Typical hooker.
    One of the women leaned into her girlfriend’s ear who immediately brought her colored contact wearing eyes to Nikki. That was the only cue Nikki needed to bounce up out that joint before she had to check a hoe.
    “ Come on girl, let’s roll out,” Nikki summoned Jazz while rolling her eyes in the mirror at the whisperer. “I’m seriously not in the mood right