Page 65 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Oh shit!” Free bellowed as soon as he set his eyes on Low and me while taking a blunt to the face.
His backyard was huge and enough space for him to grow crops or have farm animals. On the side of the house were two large pools and two accompanying Jacuzzis. I could tell by Free’s personality that he’d gotten an interior decorator, because hedidn’t give me ‘eye for home decoration’ vibes, yet his house was superb.
“Shut up.” Low shook his head as I eyed the nicely populated kickback.
There were definitely more women than men, so I could surmise that a few trains would be performed tonight. I was happy my presence and Low’s latest pledge to be on his best behavior would exclude him from that activity.
Low made some niggas get up with a simple head rock, before dusting the cushion off and descending. Right after, he pulled me down into his lap, kissing me.
“Nigga, fuck you. I got a maid that come through here weekly.” Free commented on Low dusting off his sofa, causing everyone in earshot to laugh.
“Let me get some, daddy.” A girl dressed in barely anything slid into Free’s lap as he rested in the recliner, grabbing onto the blunt he was inhaling on.
“It’s plenty to go around,” Taye, one of Low’s workers, stated, seated on the couch adjacent to us in the large living room that I could tell was the party area.
There were games, a pool table, darts, a card table, fridge, kitchenette littered with liquor and red cups off to the side, and of course a few stripper poles that already had women swinging around them in their regular clothes as Jay Rock rapped over the party.
“Drink?” Low offered, and I nodded. “What?”
“Anything.” I was on too much of a high being here with him, so what kind of alcohol I had tonight was the least of my worries.
He got up to retrieve it, giving me time to sweep the wild yet still intimate get-together with my eyes.
The lighting was dim but still illuminated enough for everyone to see anything. That didn’t stop a few people from doing the most over in some of the corners.
“I see you want yo’ new boo to get his ass beat by Sif, again, B.” Free eyed me with a smirk as Low returned with two cups of alcohol for us both, sitting down and putting me back in his lap once I’d taken my cup.
“Again?” I felt my forehead crease.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up.” Low sighed, holding me tighter in his lap.
“What do you mean again?” I truly wanted to know. My brother wasn’t cool with anyone he had to fuck up.
“Free—”
“This nigga right here,” he pointed to Low, cutting him off, “started smelling himself bad when he started getting bread under Money Fiends. So, one night, Sif told his ass to do something, and he got all puffed up in the chest and shoved the shit out of that nigga.”
“Free, man. This shit is so old.” Low shook his head, uncomfortable.
Ignoring his protest, Free continued. “Sif came back with that right hook, and next thing I know, these niggas is fighting. I mean knocking shit over, breaking shit, and everything. Like a real live action movie!” Free narrated, causing everyone’s interest to pique as they laughed at how animated he was. “I think Boss was trying to go easy on his young ass ’cause after a couple minutes, Sif just started wearing his ass out! I almost called the cops until I remembered I don’t fuck with them niggas!”
The whole room roared with laughter.
“Nigga, you exaggerating,” Low commented.
“He really not.” Jere spoke up as Taye laughed with a blunt between his lips. The other people in the room followed suit.
I hated that I was laughing, too, making Low frown at me playfully.
When Free hopped up, making the girl in his lap hit the floor so he could imitate how Low looked while getting his ass handed to him, the room broke out into uproarious cackles and claps at his performance.
“Low was a G though.” He chuckled. “Nigga kept running up for more, no matter how dazed he was.” Free stumbled and staggered to give us an example. “Sif had to put him in a headlock and put his ass to sleep. Nigga woke up hours later still swinging!”
By this time, everyone, including me and Low, were doubled over chortling so loudly the music had gotten drowned out.
“I’m surprised my brother is still cool with you,” I voiced.
“He told me it was the first and last time he would allow some shit like that, and I needed to understand I would never be able to whup his ass,” Low explained, slightly humored by the memory now as the room cracked up. “Muthafucka told me sleep that ass whupping off and report back bright and early.”
