In the morning, I got a ride with Rosie to the C&W. I got the duffle and got ready for the day. The girls washed 3 cars in the morning and from what it looks like, Butterbiskuit invented a new dance and wasn't just twerking.
She did a fucking cartwheel.
"GO BISKUIT! GO BISKUIT!" one of the girls with a small Afro and a tail cheered. She wore a green bikini and her top kept slipping, so her titty would pop out.
I guess she got more money.
"You new, my name Saalinge." this girl with hair to her ears shook my hand. "I'm Cedrica."
"I'm Phill's cousin. I don't hang around the motel but I visit."
"It's bad?"
"You meet Collin?" she arches a brow. "Sam said he dead."
"OH HALLELUJAH!" she squeezes her fist breaking into a dance. "He dead for real?"
"That's what Sam told me. I got his old room. Sam said he dirtied up the place."
"Did he?"
"I found the bed full of roaches."
"Ugh..." she sticks her tongue out. "You met my mama? Well, I'm Phil's cousin, that's her granny, so... her mama my aunt because she married my daddy, but he dead..." she squints. "I'm sorry I get relationships confused." she chuckles. "But like Mama got all kinds of shit. You know we got a salon in the hood over here."
"Tell her this Heaven's territory!" yells a short girl with glasses in a long white shirt.
"I got this, Ida!" Saalinge waves her off. "It must be boring over here just holding money?"
"Well, she didn't tell me to touch it."
"You funny." she grins. "Come by the salon sometime when you ain't working. I get extra."
"Alright." I nod.
Today it was more people buying drugs. A nigga, a vamp, was running to get to the Car wash. He started banging on the door, yelling for Synadena. Her real name must be Monica.
"I know that's fucking Latrelle." I hear from the inside. It probably ain't my place but...
"What you want?"
"Bitch, hush! You a hoe?"
"No!"
"You heed to learn to suck a nigga. It helps with quiet."
"Bitch ass--"
"Suck my dick!"
"WAIT, WAIT!" Synadena comes to the door. "Latrelle what you want?" she sneers. "I ain't getting no business right now."
"I got business. I need cocaine."
This nigga is made out of ashes. "Latrelle, you is pale."
"So!"
"What is wrong with you?"
"I need crack!"
"You ain't finna be satisfied until yo soul cave in."
"Bitch, drugs is good for my heart because I can't feel the bitch!"
"Then stop." she snaps.
"Look, I got 40 dollars." he pulls out a wad of money. "Gie me the white snow princess and I'll leave."
"Latrelle, go on somewhere."
"No, goddamn it! Give me drugs!"
"Why is you so excited?" I question. "Bitch! Shut up! Is you selling drugs?"
"No!"
"Useless!" he turns to Synadena. "I just found out I can take a needle and shoot it up my ass!"
"Latrelle!"
"I am high as fuck!" he twerks. "My ass bleeding but I feel good." he sniffs. "Latrelle! Get out before we call Sam!"
"Fuck Sam!" he screams. "Fuck immortality, Fuck you, Fuck God, Fuck him, and this hoe."
"Latrelle, what the fuck!"
"I want drugs I got 40 damn dollars--AHH!" he squats down and starts filling his pants. "GODDAMN!" he screams and cries. The back of his pants turns red.
"What the fuck!"
"I gotta call the hospital... or something."
It stank, I move away. Latrelle braces the concrete. A loud fart happens, and he's holding his ass and stomach.
"Oh my god!" shouts Butterbiskuit, "He dying, Monica!"
I hear the phone hit the receiver. Latrelle falls to the side and I hear a sigh.
"Is he dead for real?" I murmur. Ida paces her way to Latrelle's limp body and kicks him. "He dead." she bends over. "Ida! Don't kick him!"
"He died twice like an asshole. All he do is go to rehab and do the same shit that got him like Stuart Little." she places her hand on his back. "His soul gone."
Synadena stands in the doorway. "We can't even sell the nigga body."
"How much we make on accessories?" asks Ida. "Four cars came by today. That's 120." she sighs. "Between eight?" Ida stares at her. "That's 15 dollars, Synadena. Most of us got side businesses."
"I know. I can't make people come here."
Yes you can. I just keep that thought to myself. "I'm about to quit. And Jester work for the black market." Ida smirks.
Synadena leans with a straight face. "He don't like you. You too short and the nigga a clown."
"And his name ain't Jester..." Butterbiskuit comes over. "Stop fucking with them before you in up in a body bag."
"I ain't finna die! I'm drug free, I even got a body saved up."
"If you ain't the stupidest bitch to suck neck."
"So... at least I ain't broke!" Ida looks at Synadena. She crosses her arms as Ida asks a question, "How much you make on accessories?"
"Ida, your fired."
"Still!" she shouts. "I'm trying to help you!"
"Help me how!" she marches up to the girl. The size difference is obvious. "Bitch you are 5'8!"
"So! Keep running a broke ass business if you want to. You finna be on the streets like Brittany!"
Nothing is my business so if somebody else dies today. I didn't see anything.
Synadena strikes Ida in the nose and a tail comes out her backside. It swishes around as Ida tries to block every attack to her face, but Synadena is determined. She scratches her right cheek and Synadena goes for the throat.
"Damn!"
Synadena bites her neck on the left and goes to right. She's wearing some heels and stomps her in the neck with the point. "If you the fuck is you talking to!"
Ida can't breathe. Synadena looks at me, "Give me the duffle bag."
I give it to without question. "Monica..." one of the girls says.
"I don't fucking care. My nigga raised me right! Go get my fucking saw!" she looks down at the body. "Get the crack from the garage."
"She already dead..." says Butterbiskuit. "And!" she snaps. Her tail slaps her shoulders. "Overdose her. I need to find her stash."
"She on Menlea." states Saalinge. "Zip?" cross-examinations Synadena. "Uh," Saalinge closes her eyes thinking. "22955."
"Find her shit, Saal." he marches into her office. "Monica!" yells Butterbiskuit, "What you finna do? Sell her legs?"
"In pieces." she comes back with a chainsaw. It's visceral noise is like a car's engine. She slices off the legs, arms and head. "I know who finna buy this."
"Why is me still fucking with Henri?" yells the girl that wore the green bikini today. "I'm sick of you Tara."
"This is the third person today!"
"You want money right?" Synadena marches to her and grabs the back of her head. "Right?" Tara fights her, pulling her head back. "Yeah..."
"Alright, then it's ok. Damn." she shoves her. "Stop being scary."
Her tail cuts concrete.