"Girl you better hurry up, I am not trying to be late getting down there. I want to be like one of the first bitches up in there so that we can dictate who and what. You feel me?” she asked.
"WHATEVER! We'll get there, I am not in no rush and I really don't know why you in a hurry. It’s gonna be more than enough dicks for you”. Ginger laughed.
"I bet you would say that. I guess you ain’t in a hurry. You done found yourself some private dick and shit. You’re crazy though because I am not letting no nigga tie me down, have me all open and shit like that. I vow to never have dick controlling me. Look at you! You didn't use to be like that. You haven't even heard from him all day or none of last night. Where do you think he was at? Who you think he was doing? I mean, what you think he was doing?” She laughed.
“I am telling you, niggaz ain't shit and you know that. His ass probably ain't shit, his father probably wasn't shit and his father’s father probably wasn't shit. But here you are all in love”, she said teasing Ginger.
"Oh bitch shut up and come on, let’s go." Ginger felt some type of way about what Tasty was saying. She always spoke her mind and normally said
what most people was thinking.
Ginger sort of knew that some of it was the truth. Most dudes weren't shit, especially once they found out that she danced. They all seemed to change in the blink of an eye.
The two of them grabbed their things. Ginger ran her hand over where she had his name tattooed, took a deep breath and they left for the club.
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