Tales From Sha-Hair-Azad
Drama!! Oh Drama!!
By Najya Yasirah
Disclaimer: Antoine Laconte , Kate, and Deuce Bigalow are not my characters. Everybody else is strictly mine. Rated R. Be prepared to laugh; this one is funny! Story contains explicit sex and violence. It also contains Comedy, and of course DRAMA!
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The picture above is taken from Arwen's Screen Cap site.
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Prologue: The B---- is Back!!!
“I try but I can’t seem to get myself/ To think of anything but you/Your breath on my face/Your warm gentle kiss, I taste the truth/I taste the truth/ We know what I came here for/so I won’t ask for more…” She wore a black cropped tank top with a denim jacket and matching jeans by Sergio Valente. Sheila, her Filipina best friend, had roller set Reyjah’s long, black hair in loose curls that bounced whenever she moved.
“I wanna be with you /If only for a night/ To be the one whose in your arms Who holds you tight/ I wanna be with you/There’s nothing more to say/There’s nothing else I want more than to feel this way/ I wanna be with you…”
Reyjah’s girlfriends were all sitting in the front. “I can’t believe she’s getting married,” said Midori, the extremely gorgeous Japanese receptionist of Sha-Hair-Azad where Sheila and Reyjah also worked. Midori sipped her Sapporo. “It’s not that she’s getting married, it’s who she’s marrying,” said Arianna. Arianna was the pretty Peruvian personal trainer at Hardbodies Gym. She was present the night that Antoine was discovered to be a manwhore.
“So I’ll hold you tonight /Like I would if you were mine/To hold you forever more/And I’ll savor each touch that I wanted before (To feel before) /How beautiful it is/ Just to be like this…”
“I could not marry a man that’s slept with half of Los Angeles,” said Akilah, the African-American bartender. She was the messenger that told Reyjah about Darlene, thus revealing his true occupation. “That’s just not healthy.” “You ain’t lyin’ girl,” Derrick, another Sha-Hair-Azad employee. “Even if I do my thang, it’s many times with one person, not one time with many people.” Derrick considered himself a female trapped in a man’s body. “And I do use protection.” “Now, I know for a fact that they had protected sex,” said Sheila. “And she can’t get pregnant, either,” added Kate Bigelow, a good friend. Akilah shook her head. “Yeah …can you imagine telling your kid that his daddy was a manwhore? Can you say ‘dysfunction’?” They all laughed. Reyjah gave them a dirty look as she sang. ‘Sorry’, Midori mouthed.
“Oh baby/I can’t fight this feeling anymore/It drives me crazy when I try to/So call my name/Take my hand/Make my wish/Baby, your command? Yeah…/
I wanna be with you/There’s nothing more to say/ There’s nothing else I want more than to feel this way/I wanna be with you……Yeah…. I wanna be with you.” The audience cheered and applauded. Reyjah bowed. “Thank you, LA, I’ll be back in 10.” She skipped down from the stage and sat down with her friends. “I’m mad y’all were laughing when I was trying to sing,” she said, annoyed. When she put her hand on her heart to show how hurt she was, the platinum, sapphire and diamond ring glistened by the candle on the table. “We’re sorry, Rey Rey,” said Derrick, “You sounded good, baby.” “Yeah, you did,” said Akilah as she passed her the hot wings. “Can I eat these, Arianna?” Reyjah asked cautiously. “Have at it, girl, it’s your night.” Reyjah began eating the hot wings like she hadn’t seen food in days. Due to her gig as a fitness model, her diet was very strict. She began licking her fingers. “You are so ghetto,” joked Sheila as she threw her friend a napkin. Reyjah wiped her mouth and fingers. “So what’s Antoine and the boys doing tonight?” asked Midori. “I have no idea,” said Reyjah. “Oh my damn,” said Akilah slowly. “Reyjah, please don’t turn around.” “Oh, mmm….,” said Sheila. “Bitch at 10:00.” “What are y’all talking about?” asked Reyjah. She felt a tap on her shoulder. “You!” she hissed.