“I can’t believe you heifers dragged me out of my house, and are forcing me to return to the club one night after I was here already,” Venus huffed for the tenth time as she and her friends piled out of the taxi they’d hired to transport them. “Especially on my night off from the restaurant and a Monday, no less. Who comes to a club on a Monday? Or on any weekday for that matter? I thought clubbing was for the weekends?”
“b***h, quit your complaining,” Marcy countered. “I don’t know what you expected after dropping that bombshell on us.”
“You guys practically grilled me for all the details. It’s not like I could hold anything back. You would have known.”
“Damn straight. We’d know if you were lying, even by omission. And Marcy’s right. What the f**k did you expect us to do after you disc
