Free Charge It To The Game by Blake Karrington, Tonya Blount

yourself.‖
    ―You know what, Storm?‖
―What?‖ I screamed. ―What?‖
Pam twisted her lips, then snapped. ―Nothing…just
forget it.‖
―Nah, don‘t stop. Say what you gotta
say.‖ Pam remained silent.
    ―You can get an attitude if you want to. I came out tonight to have a good time.‖ I threw my hands up in the air in frustration. ―I mean damn…you suppose to be lifting a bitch spirits and shit and instead you sitting there clapping and rooting for his ass while he up in here embarrassing me and—‖
―How do you feel that I‘m rooting for
Taj?‖ ―You are.‖
    ―No, I wasn‘t…Storm you can‘t stand it when somebody pull your coattail when you‘re wrong. You ain‘t always right, you know.‖
    ―And I didn‘t say I was either. Listen, I‘m through talking about the shit. Leave it alone.‖ Then I picked up my twoway. ―I wonder why Black ain‘t hit me back yet.‖
―I thought you was meeting him earlier today.‖
    ―I did meet him. He came by the house. But he was suppose to get back to me with some 411 on—Ah…that‘s my jam right there.‖ I said and stood up, closing my eyes and motioning my body to the beat of Beyoncé and JayZ‘s, Bonnie and Clyde. After the record was over, I sat down. ―Now I feel bad about arguing with Taj. This joint always make me feel like I wanna fuck all night.‖
Pam put her hand up. ―I ain‘t even going there with you. What were you about to say Black was getting you the 411 on?‖
    ―Oh…he supposed to be hooking me up with a tiny magnetic card reader. I‘m ready to do some other kind of shit, now.‖
―A tiny magnetic card reader?‖
―Yeah. Why the hell are you looking like
that?‖ ―I ain‘t looking like nothing.‖
    ―Oh, yes you are, too. What‘ s up with that? Yo, you on some funny shit tonight.‖
―Ain‘t nothing up, Storm. You be bugging. You know that?‖
    ―Oh, trust me when I tell you, I‘m not hardly bugging…something‘s up.‖ Crossing my legs, I added, ―Let me find out.‖
    Pam put her glass of Apple Daiquiri down. ―Storm, I said ain‘t nothing up. I‘m just surprised you trying to get into that. That‘s all.‖
    ―What‘s the surprise, Pam? I‘ m about making money. That right there is gonna make me crazy money. That is gonna take my business to a whole different level. If anything you should be surprised that it took me so long to get on. Matter of fact, I‘m surprised you ain‘t said nothing to me about it yourself. Black told me when he mentioned it to you…you act you was already up on it. Which anyway makes me kinda leary and shit…why wouldn‘t you say something to me about it?‖
―Storm, don‘t try and sit there and tell me you just getting on now. I know betta than that.‖
    ―We ain‘t talking about when I found out though. We talking about Black saying you knew and you ain‘t never mentioned it…even just to see where my head was at.‖
    My two-way began to ring. It was Black. I’m on my way to Cap. C U in a minute.
―What he say?‖
―He‘s on his way.‖
―Oh, okay.‖
* * *
    When D‘Angelo‘s, Lady came on, Taj walked over to me, grabbed my hand and guided me to the dance floor. That‘s what I loved about Taj, no matter what, he understands me. He knows what‘s up and he knew it was up to him to tighten up the game.
    When we returned to the VIP area, Black was sitting next to Pam and some other dude I had never met before.
―Hey, what‘s going on?‖ I asked.
―Hey. There she go!‖ Black announced. ―What‘s up, ma?‖
―Ain‘t shit,‖ I answered back.
Then Taj and Black hand greeted each other.
    ―Storm. This is Shock. Shock this is Storm and her man, Taj. Taj owns this joint.‖
―Word. That‘s what‘s up,‖ Shock said.
―Storm, I gotta check on a few things…I‘ll be back in a few.‖
―Okay.‖
    ―Storm, I‘ma leave in a minute myself. I‘m tired.‖ ―Pam, its only 3 o‘clock. You ain‘t even dance tonight.‖ ―I know girl, but girlfriend is