[ B A R E ]

It had been six long weeks and I hadn't seen Nina once. I pleaded with Yasmin to forgive me, and she finally gave in. Of course she was hesitant and I couldn't blame her. I scrubbed the crusted food off of our plates from dinner the night before, and Yasmin came up behind me and rubbed my chest.
"Hey handsome." she said and I took off my gloves and sat them on the counter.
"Sup ma?"
I walked into the living room and she followed. I could feel her on my heels.
"You want to go out tonight?"
I sighed heavily, not wanting to go out again and watch my wife party it up while I sat on the sideline.
"Not really, no."
She plopped down with me on the couch.
"Carnelllllllll . Please? You don't want to be with me?"
"Yasmin you know you always blow me off when we go out. Why bring me anyways?"
Her face showed sadness and she poked out her lip. Damn. She knew I hated that shit.
"No Yasmin. Go out and have fun without me."
I made my way upstairs and slammed the bathroom door. I could hear her jingle her carkeys and thats all it took for me to have the house to myself. That's when I took my ass to bed.

YASMIN

I drove around the block a couple of times , just trying to get some things off my mind before I went and picked up Patrice. When I made up my mind that everything was cool, I pulled into Patrice's driveway and honked the horn.
"Hey girl." She said getting her tight skirt wearing behind in my car.
"Hey. Where are we heading tonight?" I said trying to keep my eyes directly on the road and not on Patrice's cleavage.
"Pull your shirt up!"
"No, this is what gets me drinks!"
She shimmied her little breasts in my face and made me swerve.
"Stop playing! So, were going to the bar?"
"Not the bar." she said excentuating that last word. "It's like an adult club."
"Yeah, with no dancing whatsoever."
I rolled my eyes and pulled onto the side of the road. We made our way into this door on the side of a building near an alley. This was an every night thing for us. Hitting the bar and then heading home drunk. Me, never... but Patrice of course was always tipsy from her third cosmopolitan. A couple of hours into the night I could feel my eyes getting dreary. Patrice was far beyond blowed and I carried her to my car. On the way, I could see a girl staring at me. I didn't think anything of it but she must of been a hatin' ass hoe, and plus it was dark so I didn't pay it any mind. I sat Patrice in the backseat and headed to her crib.