"You need to get the hose right there and fill the bucket up." directs Wasabi. I cannot believe my luck. I just thought about something weird. I haven't changed my underwear.
I get the bucket and get the hose and fill it up. "So now grab the listerine."
"That's toothpaste!" I shout. "It's different in the bottle!"
"That's inside on the shelf." says Vanilla. He's a white wolf while Espresso is a deep black color. Wasabi? He is spotted. "You want me to get it?"
"I think I can.." I say.
"There you go again, cuddling..." Espresso rolls his eyes with tail between his legs. "Don't hump boys?"
"Because I was trained to do that. I was in the kennel."
"They don't breed male dogs to start fucking nigga dogs."
"They do! It's called a bait dog!"
"A bait dog is not a fucking female!"
"That ass felt like it."
"What in the sovereign fuck..." I ogle. "Fuck it. Excuse pretty lady." Vanilla lies on his stomach. "Can I have a bath? I know girls don't like it. I just need my back scrubbed."
"Brush his damn teeth." says Wasabi. "My mouth is clean, what about all that concrete?" Vanilla scratches his mouth.
"Fuck you..." snarls Wasabi. The backdoor is still open, I go in and the lights is off, and I have to search for the switch. I trip over a bucket till I fall. "Goddamn!"
"She need help Vanilla." I hear Espresso. "Alexis come get me off the pole!"
I goarn and limp out the door. "Where the chain?" I huff. "We ain't supposed to be loose but I ain't gon do nothing."
"Why not?"
"They pay me." his ears are straight up. "I need the money."
"I'm in protection." states Wasabi.
Espresso cackles. "You ain't lying about my baby mama."
"What happened."
"Nothing! I hate her!" Espresso burst with laughter. "I said I had a job and she went and got that snaggle tooth child a step daddy."
"Nigga while joking that should scare you." comments Wasabi.
"If he find a man better than me, I wish him all my prayers"
"You a dead beat." Vanilla growls.
"I aleast I ain't lying..."
"That sad. I don't understand niggas having kids and leave them." I say. "I do." Espresso says. "I didn't want him."
"Why?"
"Because, I've on drugs, I used to drink. I robbed a house. Shit when I was 17, I hit my mama so hard she fell into a coma."
"Exaggeration." says Vanilla.
"Have you lived my life? I went to the pen for violates. On purpose. I told the court I was insane."
"You died in jail?" said Wasabi.
"I did... I'm proud of myself."
"What in the fuck, Press?" says Vanilla. "Shit, if you know you bad. Be bad and stay away from people." he shrugs.
That's deep. It begs the question of why somebody would drag another into unwanted business. It's like a mother on drugs carrying a child. You do damage to your body and the baby so, if you overdose, the baby die.
Did I do something wrong?
.
.
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I gave vanilla a bath. I just washed his back and he did the rest himself while tied up. "So, what do y'all do?"
"We are illegal immigrants." Vanilla states. "I fight other dogs. Aka werewolves, for money. Money helps pay bills and I own lamps."
"I use matches." says Espresso.
"Y'all just fight?" I really watched a man with a dog's ass in animalistic format wash his nuts and I really believed niggas didn't wash between they legs.
"You ain't gotta worry about me. I like to smell like death." Espresso smiles. "Just splash his ass with the hose." says Wasabi. "Don't splash me. I got a fight with Jamie 'Bullettooth' Hooke."
"You know he got rabies..." says Vanilla.
"I got rabies too."
"We SAID rabies. NOT ITCHY ASS."
"Both work."
"I'm not going in the ring with you." Vanilla washes under his arms with his back turn. "What y'all think about handlers?"
"You a slave..." Wasabi grunts. "But that's like insurance cause Pollione got one." says Espresso.
"Poll got a handler and you see him in the ring trying to breathe. You doesn't have insurance." Vanilla puts his finger over the hose and tries to spray Espresso.
I don't think Espresso is too smart. "Why is Wasabi in the cage?" I ask.
"Wasabi like running. That's sam's prize pooch."
"Won that nigga money and he hasn't said thank you yet." he lies on his side. "I'm in a cage because I can read." he says.
"I don't understand."
He points at his temples. "A man can have a map and not know a damn thing. Where the cave, where the lake, where the next town. I can read so I know where to go."
"Where you going?" I say.
"Oh he talking about snitchin'" Vanilla chortles. "If that nigga get free, he'll probably start a gathering."
"It's been my dream to be a wolf and have my own pack."
"What about Yawa?" says Espresso. "The king is dead." states Wasabi. "What's fucked up, that nigga Tupac..."
"What about his little girl?"
"Damn." Wasabi shakes his head. "See, that's why I abandoned my kid. I ain't got shit to worry about."
"Press, shut the fuck up." Vanilla snaps. "That's man's child."
"I'm just saying. It's his fault."
"Wrong as hell." intervenes Wasabi, "It's his baby mama fault."
"You know what. Hoes should be on leashes. I hate women. Niggas is so wrong but a woman can still do wrong." he starts snapping hs fingers. "What's her name?"
"Hadi..." Vanilla puts the hose down. "She was on drugs."
"Now, back to what I said. If I had a bitch, in my shit, I would kill her. No problems."
"But then you have a child and you go to jail, then what?"
"Daycare."
"Daycare is not a orphanage."
"Technically, it is..." says Vanilla. "You take care of children at the orphanage, and you take care of children at Daycare. That is the name. If you leave your kid at Daycare, they call the police where they probably get put in an orphanage."
"Who is Tupac's daughter?" I ask. "Sheila."