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partners. “Roni, Kita’s right. We don’t need to be getting into no bullshit tonight. We came in this bitch to have a good time, so let’s have a good time.”
    â€œYeah, ahight.” Roni sucked her teeth. Feeling double-teamed, Roni got up and stomped toward the bathroom like an upset child.
    â€œJas, you need to talk to that bitch. I’d hate to have to slap the shit outta her ass in here.”
    Jasmine burst out laughing. “Bitch, please. It ain’t enough muthafuckas in here to get Roni off yo ass!”
    â€œWhatever!” Kita dipped her hand into her purse. When she pulled it back out, she was clutching a pearl-handled switchblade. “I’ll carve her ass up in here!”
    Jasmine stopped laughing immediately. She didn’t care about them arguing, but she drew the line at them doing bodily harm to one another. “We don’t hurt each other; we hurt the enemy,” Jasmine sternly said.
    â€œDamn, Jas, I was playing.”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œAnyway, you really need to talk to her. She altered the plan today and could have gotten us knocked.”
    This got Jasmine’s attention. If it was one thing that she hated was doing dumb shit when it came to business. “What happened?”
    After the bartender returned and set the bottle of champagne on the counter in front of them, Kita proceeded to tell Jasmine about Roni’s stunt. Jasmine felt her temperature rising and when Roni came back, Jasmine’s mood had changed.
    â€œLet me get this shit straight, Miss Al Capone. You jumped yo ass out of the cover of a stolen truck in broad daylight and let off rounds? Bitch, are you fuckin’ stupid?”
    Roni shot an evil glare at Kita, who sat there with a smirk on her face.
    â€œCouldn’t wait ta tell it, could you, Henry Hill? Ol’ snitchin’-ass heffa. You sure we can trust this hoe, Jas? She might crack under pressure, cut a deal, and dime our asses out!”
    Kita quickly gave her the finger.
    â€œYeah, I do trust her. And I wanna trust you, Roni, but you gettin’ a little reckless.”
    â€œWhat you mean, you wanna trust me? You don’t?” snapped Roni.
    â€œI trust you not to snitch. But like I said, you startin’ ta lose focusand we can’t be doing no shit like that. Hell, you want all of us to get twenty years?”
    Roni sat there, still staring at Kita. She was pissed that Kita had snitched on her.
    â€œLook, Roni, I ain’t tryin’ ta turn you into a choirgirl. All I’m sayin’ is ease up on the crazy shit, ahight?”
    â€œAhight,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
    â€œCool. Now gimme some fuckin’ love, homegirls.” Jasmine grabbed the two of them in a head lock. “Shit, I just got out; I wanna have some fuckin’ fun tonight!”
    Jasmine turned up the bottle of champagne and drank it like she hadn’t had a drop of liquid in years.
    Kita held out her fist to Roni in an attempt to solidify their friendship. “We cool, girl?”
    â€œYeah, I guess so, bitch,” she said, smiling. She was still upset with her but didn’t want to ruin the night for Jasmine.
    50 Cent’s old school jam, “In Da Club,” came on and everyone in the place broke their necks trying to get on the dance floor. While Kita and Jasmine played the bar, downing the liquor, Roni went to the dance floor searching for someone to take home. She didn’t make it two steps before she spotted a fine, bowlegged, light-skinned thing coochie-popping in the middle of the floor. To her surprise, the girl motioned for her to join her.
    She didn’t have to ask twice as Roni made her way through the crowd and bounced up on her. The girl quickly put her arms around Roni’s waist and pulled her close.
    â€œWhat’s yo’ name, boo?” Roni asked her.
    â€œRandi,” the woman seductively replied.
    â€œWell, Randi, my name is