She probably is just being nosy and wants to fill me in on everything that happened after we left Big D’s party. We haven’t hung out in a while. Haven’t even talked about her new artist that’s going to be the next big thing. “I’ll have water with lemon please,” Mystique tells the waiter when he takes our drink orders. “Coke for me,” I say. Mystique shakes her head as he walks away. “You’re never gonna learn with all that sugar, Sunday. You’re gonna look behind yourself one day and see your booty dragging the ground, it’s gonna be so big.” “Really? I always wanted a video vixen’s booty!” Mystique laughs. “Ugh! Like Big D’s girlfriend? She looks like she smells like pork grease.” “Mean girl! Shelly is hot! Don’t talk about her.” “Shelly is stupid! D is making all this money, and she can’t convince him to marry her. The least she could do is get pregnant or something. The way he cheats, that thing is definitely not going to be permanent. Your cousin wised up!”
