Free Every Thug Needs A Lady (Thugs) by Wahida Clark Page B

to her car reminding herself, one more to go.
    Angel called at 9:30 to say that they were on their way. So Roz sat on the couch and smoked a joint to the music of 100% Ginuwine.
    Angel was hanging out with two of her classmates, Tori and Sanette. Sanette just got a new Jeep as a graduation present. So, of course, she wanted to drive. When Roz heard the horn, she grabbed her keys and ran out the door.
    “What’s up, ladies?” Roz said, jumping in the backseat with Angel.
    “TGIF!” yelled Sanette.
    “It’s about time,” Roz added.
    “Sho’ you’re right,” Tori yelled.
    “What’s up with you?” Angel asked her girl.
    “I’m so fuckin’ tense. I still have one more exam to take and I haven’t worked out all week. It seems like all I’ve been doing all week is studying,” said Roz.
    “It’s almost over, my sista,” Angel assured her.
    They smoked a bag of weed on the way to Philly, with Sanette promising to kill anybody who put reefer burns on the seats of her new ride.
    “Which club are we going to?” inquired Roz.
    “The hottest club in Philly, baby. You didn’t know? It’s a new underground spot called Infinity where nothin’ but ballers and shot callers hang,” Sanette said.
    “See what I mean?” Roz whispered to Angel, referring to their conversation at the baby shower. “Why do we have to hang out where the ballers are?”
    Angel burst out laughing.
    “What’s so funny?” Tori asked.
    “Just a private joke,” Angel said.
    When they neared the club, they were all checking out the double-parked cars and the people hanging outside. Roz tapped Angel on the leg. “Ow, girl!” Angel yelped. “What’s the matter with you?”
    “No, I did not just see Trae’s Navigator!”
    “Where?” Angel asked.
    “We just passed it. Ain’t this some shit!” she spat. “I’m home waiting on his ass, and he’s out clubbing.”
    “Why are you trippin’? You are once again the wife of a hustla. You knew what you was getting into.” Angel reminded her. “And you are not sitting at home.”
    “Yeah. And now I see that I made a big fucking mistake!” Roz snapped.
    “What’s the matter?” Tori asked, turning around to look at them. “Looks like it’s gonna be some drama,” Angel sighed.
    “Don’t leave no junk, ashes, nothing in my car,” Sanette warned, pulling into a parking space.
    The club was huge and not too crowded. They all headed straight for the ladies’ room. Everyone was clamoring for a spot in the mirror. The four of them were putting on perfume and brushing their teeth, trying to get rid of the weed smell.
    Roz was brushing her hair and cursing out Trae. “Angel, I swear, if I catch him with another bitch, I am going to kick his ass all over this club. I warned him not to fuck with me.”
    “Aren’t we jumping to conclusions rather quickly? You said that he was good to you. ‘Trae this. Trae that.’ Check things out first, before you go postal and fuck up my night out on the town.”
    “Trae?” asked the girl standing next to Angel. She and her girlfriend were snorting coke.
    “Yeah, you know him?” Angel asked, trying to sound naive. “Of course, I do, if it’s the Trae from New York who keeps his hair braided and has some good dick.”
    “Yeah, that’s who I’m talking about.” Roz was looking the chicks up and down, not believing what she was hearing.
    She and her girlfriend started laughing. “Take a number, girl-friend. I will be the first one suckin’ his dick tonight. You ain’t know?” she said as she high-fived her girlfriend.
    “Him and his crew sometimes come here on Fridays. This is the only night I come. Y’all from here or Jersey?”
    “Jersey,” Angel said.
    Roz was getting angrier by the minute as she put on her straw-berry lip gloss.
    “I’m Tina,” said the one doing all the talking, “and this is Lo-Lo. Ladies, it is money all up in this bitch every Friday. C’mon, Lo-Lo, it’s time to work!” They left out.
    “C’mon,