Chapter 2: Two For One

Such an inspirational speech. Why yes, it was. You would dead the conversation with that comment. Yeah, I would... S/o to S.B. for taken his coon ol' time with that trailer. Tweet nigga tweet. IKR.. but glade y'all liked the first chapter. Yeah, S/o to @ohNAElovinNicki & @BreezyDaHcoBarb Yeah, s/o to them. Minutes later... That was fuckin LIFE! Yesss! Beyond.. hope they keep with it. Get to reading. :-P

                                                                        Cooncerely,

                                                                                         Green & Purp

“Damn, did you see that paparazzi?” Terrence asked her. “They were lovin’ yo hair girl.”

          “Terrence, shut-up. You know they were lookin’ at that flawless make-up.” Day commented.

          “Man, where y’all was sittin’ at?” S.B. asked them curiously.

          “In the back, where the black people s’posed to sit nigga.” Terrence said.

          “God ain’t thru wit y’all yet. I’ma pray for y’all.” Day suggested. They all laughed and talked some more until they arrived at the restaurant. They all kept Nicki entertained so she wouldn’t pay attention to where they were going. S.B. almost got caught telling Terrence, Day, Martin, and James his idea. So he hurriedly congratulated her and hugged her.

          They arrived on E. Main St. and parked. Everybody except Nicki got out the car.

S.B. walked past Nicki’s door trying not to smirk. He knew she was waiting for him to escort her. “Huhhh” Nicki huffed.

          S.B. laughed and turned back around. “I’m just playin’ Nic.” He told her thru the window. He opened her door and grabbed her hand.

          “Well you play too damn much Safaree.” She said. He looked at her for a hard second and she returned the look with just as much fierceness. Her eyes got wide when she looked past his muscular frame and saw the name of the restaurant they were at. The Smokin Bean. “Safaree! O-M-GEEE!” Nicki couldn’t even speak. S.B. was cheesing like a kid in a candy store. Yes! He thought to himself. “How did you know?”

          “I remembered from the first 6 times you told me that this was your favorite restaurant in Trinidad. And I knew you were bummed because your family cooked the whole time we were here.”

          “Aww, Safaree. You know me more than anyone. I love you so much.” She said as she let go of his hand and wrapped her arms around his stomach. He returned the gesture and said “Anything for you, Nic.” S.B. held out his arm so that Nicki could grab on as they stepped up onto the curb. They walked into the restaurant with S.B. leading the way.

          “Welcome to De Smokin Bean. Yuh hav a reservation?” The man standing behind the counter greeted them with his heavy accent. S.B. shook his head no. “Ha’many in yuh party?

          “It’s 8 of us.” S.B. answered him.

          “I see 7 only. De otha out dere?” the man asked pointing to the door with a curious look on his face.

          ‘Nah, dis big nigga right here need 2 seats.” S.B. cracked, resting his hand on Big Dream’s shoulder. Terrence busted out laughing and Day shook her head. Both James and Martin smirked. Nicki snickered and Dream eyeballed S.B’s hand on his shoulder.

          “Okie. Stand to de right please.” They all moved over to the right and made small talk until their waitress came and escorted them to their table. The dining area was dimly lit, with a bar at its far right corner.

          “Can I start you guys off with some drinks?” Their waitress asked. She was Trinidadian no doubt, but she spoke like she learned proper English all her life.

          “That would be fine.” Nicki answered for all of them. “Hmm.” Nicki picked up the drink menu located at the edge of the table next to Big Dream. “I’ll have the Margarita, and he will have the Long Island Iced Tea.” Nicki ordered for S.B. “Right?” She asked him. He nodded his head and smiled.

          Terrence raised his eyebrows up at Day. They both smirked and James caught on. “I’ll have the Gin and Tonic.” Terrence told the woman.

          “That goes for me too.” Day chimed in.

          “Sprite for me.” Martin said.       

          “This dude.” S.B. commented.

          “Caipirinha.” Cruz pronounced wrong.

          “And you big guy?” The waitress said, referring to Big Dream.

          “Ummm, a Strawberry Daiquiri.” Dream said in a nonchalant tone.

          “Okay, I’ll be back with your drinks” the waitress said before leaving to retrieve them.

His choice brought the entire table to silence. After about 4 long seconds everyone except Big Dream and Nicki busted into hysterics. Of course S.B. was the loudest of them all. He even banged on the table a few times.

          “Leave my baby alone!” Nicki whined with a little chuckle. Leave yo baby alone? He need to leave that fruity ass drink alone. S.B. thought to himself.

          “Tell yo baby to man up and get a real drink. Damn, or at least join choir boy over der and get a pop.”  S.B. said, referring to Martin.

          “Safaree!” Nicki pleaded.

          “Naw it’s cool Nicki. S.B. just mad cause his hairline runnin’ from his ugly face.” Dream said as a smirk crept onto his face. Once again the table erupted into laughter. S.B. tensed up.

          “Boys, play nice.” Nicki intervened. Oh this nigga got jokes, S.B. thought, but just as he was about to retaliate, the waitress returned to the table with their drinks.

          “Alright, here we are.” The waitress said as she handed them their drinks. Thanks’ were given, well except for S.B. who still wanted to retaliate to Big Dream, but the moment had passed. He quickly got over it as the idea to make a toast came to mind.

`       S.B. stood up and cleared his throat.  He picked up his glass and clinked it with his fork. “Aww shit. Here we go.” Day said. Terrence chuckled and nodded his head in agreement.

          S.B. glared at Day, then redirected his attention to Nicki. “I’d like to make a toast, to the best rapper on the face of the Earth.” Everyone in the restaurant started paying attention to S.B. who was talking Loud because it’s out in stores right now and you should go cop that. But back to the story. “You made it Nic. You’re fulfilling your dreams and I’m just so proud and honored to be a part of this movement.” S.B. was looking only at Nicki. Expressing his sincere thoughts on how far she’s come. Nicki’s smile subsided and her whole face turned serious. “Thank you, Nicki, for taking me along on this journey with you. Respect.” Nicki attempted to blink away her tears of joy. “We ain’t hoodstars no more Nicki. We worldwide. All these niggas is ya sonz.” Out the corner of his eye, S.B. saw Dream mouthing ‘and I ain’t talkin’ bout Phoenix’. Dis nigga, S.B. thought, quickly refocusing. “And I’ma always be here for you. No matter how much you abuse me. I’m here. I’ll always be here. S.B. gave Nicki his sincere face which made her cheeks light up. Nicki lowered her head only to lift it back up in shock. “NICKI MINAJ, THE QUEEN, THE EMPRESS, DA RULER, DA KING! MAD! SICK! LAWD OF MERCY! SHE RUN DIS! SHE RUN DIS PLANET, DIS WORLD, DA WATER, HEAVEN, EARTH! EVERY WATER! EVERY DARK! EVERY COLD! EVERY SICK ANIMAL! SHE RUN DIS. IF YA TINK DIFFERENT. YA MAD. YA MAAAAAAAD. BLLAAAH!” As S.B. finished his humble yet inspirational speech he felt a light tap on his shoulder. It was the manger informing them that after they placed their orders they would have to go outside and wait for them to be brought to them in doggy bags. -_-

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