don’t trip…” Red said.
“This liquor is potent—”
“Yeah, this stripper bitch I be fucking with her parents just got back from Haiti. Look at the backseat. I got twenty more cases of Barbancourt Haitian Rum at the crib. Nigga, that’s enough juice to keep a nigga drunk till next summer.”
“Be careful with this shit,” Low said, taking another gulp.
Red took the bottle back, took another gulp, and asked, “How long it’s gonna take these pills to kick in?”
“Don’t worry. You’ll feel it soon.”
It was now 3 a.m. They were travelling for seventeen minutes, and Red could feel the ecstasy creeping on him. The car’s sound system blasted Bone Thugs and Harmony. Highway I-85 was virtually empty. Red was doing a hundred and eighty miles per hour entering the city of Columbus where Low’s stash-house was located.
The smooth ecstatic effect the pills gave Red, mixed with the flowing beats of the music left him in an excellent mind frame. His Kool-Aid smile was accented by occasional chuckles as he listened to Low’s ranting about his sexcapade with the freak at the Hotel. Low was filled with animation while telling his story complete with details, leaving no room for imagination.
“Nigga, I stick my tongue in the bitch ass and toss her salad a lil’ bit to get her loose, and ready. Once I replaced my tongue with this meat! Man look-a here! Whoever was hitting her off before me must’ve not been packing. Cause once I stuck this Anaconda in that tight ass, the bitch started screaming hysterically like she never took it in the ass before…”
Red threw his head back in laughter, but all he could think about was how he planned to punish Lovely later on.
“Man, you’s a straight up freak, Low. Word up!” Red chuckled, shaking his head.
“Nigga, I’m soo old school,” Low retorted.
Then he lifted the bottle of Haitian Rum to his mouth, and guzzled down about a half pint of liquor in one gulp. The Rum went down much smoother this time, but still caused Low to blow out air, and squint his eyes.
“Be easy with that hundred proof shit, my nigga,” Red cautioned.
Licking his lips, and smiling, Red said, “Ain’t no shame in ma-my… game.”
The Rum left him feeling woozy, and the ecstasy had kicked in, heightening Low’s drunkenness. In a span of five hours, he had popped four double-stacked pills, and was rolling something serious.
“A’ight, but take it easy anyway, old-school nigga,” Red chirped.
“Shit, nigga y’all new jacks gotta start eating more pussy, and licking a lil’ more ass. Might grow some hair on your chest, lil’ nigga. Fucking with these young girls ain’t gon’ cut it,” Low said, taking another gulp of the rum before continuing. “They don’t even know how to clean themselves right yet. Might fuck around, and get a piece of turd on ya tongue. You need to find a woman about my age. You know thirty-six through forty, and let her throw dat grown woman pussy on ya. Ya might learn a thing, or two. Bet’cha won’t be thinking I’m such a freak then.”
Red smiled, thinking about diving into Lovely’s pussy tonight, face first, made Red want to hear more of Low’s tale.
“Nigga, you such a boss. You ain’t have that ho’ suck you off?”
“Lil’ nigga, raise your hand when you address a boss!” Low jokingly sneered.
“A’ight…”
“Nigga, soon as I busted off, I took the dick out the bitch’s ass, and stuck it in her mouth. And ooh-wee! That girl can suck some dick. She’s a certified pro. Plus, a nigga was rolling on these pills. Shit, she sucked a nigga off soo decent… I started getting emotional. Damn near got teary eyed by the time she was done. On every-thang!”
“Fool, you crazy!” Red shouted, throwing back his head in laughter.
“I’m saying porn star quality…”
“Shit…if the head that good you might as well let ya lil’ homie get in on the action,” Red said with a wide grin.
“Shit, I fuck ’em. I don’t love ’em,” Low said with a shrug.
“I can’t tell. Earlier I was try’na come up there to see what you working with. You acting like Captain-Save-A-Ho or some shit. Matter of fact, what’s the bitch’s name? Cause I done had me a few stallions ‘round here. I might’ve done fucked the broad already, and you over here try’na cuff that,” Red boastfully smiled.
“Ma-a-a-n, I’m so fucked up right now,” Low smiled, taking another sip off the bottle. Then he continued. “I think she said her name was…Carmen…something like Karma, but she wasn’t Spanish or anything. She looked kind a Haitian. Shit, wouldn’t remember the bitches name if my life depended on it,” Low chuckled with a drunken smirk. Then rubbing his baldhead, he continued. “She ain’t even from ’round here, anyway. The bitch done flew up from Miami. She one of those college freaks,” Low shrugged.
Red’s left eye suddenly began twitching when he asked, “College freaks…? Say, what she look like again?”
“Man, I told you the bitch look just like that model-broad angel…just with green eyes,” Low smiled, rubbing his crotch.
“C’mon man. You bullshittin’ me…” Red said.
Red silently watched Low falling into a trance, reminiscing. Low’s smile was a telltale sign of what was on his mind—the delicious sex he had earlier experienced. Pictures of her face, and body flashed in his memory banks. Low chuckled then said, “Shit, fuck around, and find out that it was angel. Nah, but this broad’s ass wasn’t as fat though.”
Taking another swig, Low laughed, and said, “As a matter of fact, I remember that bitch had tats on her back coming down her spine.”
“Yeah…?” Red asked, silently nodding.
“Yeah, my nigga. She had some red roses, and vines and shit. The bitch was riding my dick from the back. I was fucked on ’em pills, and them roses on her spine had a nigga feelin’ like I was in the motherfucking Garden of Eden and shit,” Low laughed.
He was the only one laughing. Red snapped impatiently. A violent surge of anger was rising deep inside him. His foot weighed down on the gas pedal. The Roadster speedometer hit two hundred and seven miles per hour, and climbing.
“Nigga, what’s her name?” Red pressed.
“Ma-a-an, you know your boy ain’t too good on names,” Low muttered in a drunken slur.
The empty bottle of Haitian rum was now sitting idly in his lap. Low was completely oblivious to the heavy tension choking the air in the fast moving vehicle. Rum, along with the concoction of the ecstasy pills, and weed left him with double vision. Everything started to be blurry, and the world seemed to move in slow-mo. His rollercoaster ride reached the peak, and now it was time to go into a deep plunge. Suddenly, he felt the jolt.
“Matter of fact… I do remember that bitch’s name… Low said, snapping his fingers.
