Another man shouted.
"I do not think you heard me dude...raise up and away from this spot,
cause on the real, you starting to get my bad side. You see yo shorty do not want
to leave the comfort of a thug, so take your soft ass elsewhere. Go talk to one of
them white bitches or something!" The burly man said, encouraging laughter
from the rest of the table.
Amidst the bickering of the burly man and his squadron, Junya refrained
from engaging in a shouting match. He took another sip off of the drink in his
hand, then looked straight into Khevasiah.s eyes.
"I come back to the table, to find you sitting here with a bunch of niggas?"
Junya hated when Khevasiah tried to show him up in front of other
people, especially when he did not know them. Khevasiah was popular for this;
the people that she hung around are all high class and saddity acting.
Regardless of how grimy these men looked, they were rich and held court in the
street.
Junya.s eyes began to wander the surroundings. He noticed the table over
his left side had been watching the entire event from its inception. The bar
tender was drying used glasses over by the bar, eavesdropping in the argument.
Junya put his finished drink on the table next to a champagne bottle the burly
man was drinking out of. He then took the same hand and grabbed Khevasiah
by her slender arm. She pulled away forcefully.
"Nigga what the fuck is your problem? don't be grabbing me like that!
Why don't you take your drunk ass somewhere!"
"I did take myself somewhere, you forgot? I came here with you, all the
way from Connecticu..." Junya uttered in a drunken slur.
"Your name ain.t even on the fucking table, you not even supposed to be
here! Let.s get it correct, I brought YOU here... on some real shit you making an
utter fool out of yourself, do not forget who I am and who you are." Khevasiah
strewed her face and held her ground in confronting Junya. Junya.s jealousy was
obvious, and the way he stood swaying offbeat to the packed club scenes music
as if he was on display made him look foolish in front of his woman.
Junya never got drunk too much when he went out with Khevasiah, but for some
reason, he overdid it on this night. Khevasiah sat in the same spot next to the
burly gentleman; his hand brushing up and down on her right thigh, rubbing
tightly on the upper flank of her tightpants. The table was almost silent;
awaiting Junya.s next move. The burly man grew uneasy with the constant
arguing between Khevasiah, and this drunk dude that was making an
embarrassing scene.
"Why don't you go somewhere the fuck else!" Khevasiah screamed as a
tear trickled out the corner of her eye.
"Yo holms, you need to hear shorty out, said the burly man. You see she
comfortable...right? For real, you getting it real fucked up in here..."
"Yo, I am tired of hearing your bloodclot mouth nuh nigga...a my bitch
that, mind your fucking business right a now... Junya was so agitated at the
burly man.s input that he started speaking in a Jamaican Patois, his mother.s
native language. Junya.s accent only came out on two occasions; when he was
forcing it, or when he was invidiously angry.
The burly man paused for a moment. He started to shout back at Junya,
then he realized what Junya had said. All this time, the burly man thought that
Khevasiah was some jump off that was sweating his jewelry and champagne,
and Junya was a jealous dick rider that wanted to hang out with his crew; a
caravan of rappers and big time producers and hustlers. Now he knew that
Junya was legitimately Khevasiah.s man.