A Gangsta Twist Saga by Clifford “Spud” Johnson

both of them turned and watched as Wild Bill and Bo-Pete entered the club and walked toward the right of the bar. Five minutes later, Red and Bob came into the club and went and posted up on the far left side of the club. A few minutes after that, Keno and Taz walked inside of the club as if they were royalty.
    Keno smiled as they stepped toward the bar. Winky, the bartender, passed Taz his normal drink and smiled after Taz gave him a slight nod of his head. Taz saw Paquita and Katrina staring at them and whispered to Keno, “Dog, why don’t you break one of them hoes off so they can get off a nigga’s nuts?”
    â€œWho, them rats to the right? Nigga, you gots to be outta your fuckin’ mind! Don’t get me wrong Katrina is definitely fuckable. But that other one is on some other shit. Plus, she’s all yours, big boy. Look how she’s staring at your ass!” Keno started laughing as Taz turned and saw Paquita smiling at him from ear to ear.
    â€œOh, God, let me make it through the night!” he prayed silently as his sipped his Courvoisier XO. As he turned and gave a slight nod toward Red and Bob, then toward Wild Bill and Bo-Pete, he smiled as he watched his crew break loose like a bunch of horny niggas fresh out of prison. He shook his head and started to take another sip of his drink when he saw Sacha sitting at a table with Clifford. He smiled at the square-looking guy she was with and said, “I guess it was meant to be, sexy. I’m not letting you get away from me tonight.”
    Sacha looked away from Cliff and directly at Taz, as if she had heard the statement he’d just made. She smiled at him and thought, Oh, my God! That’s that sexy somethin’-somethin’ I saw the last time I was here. Come on, babe. Don’t stare at me like that. You’re getting me wet! She shook herself slightly, turned back toward Clifford, and said, “Do you want to have that dance now, Cliff?”
    â€œLet’s do it, sexy,” Clifford said as he got up from the table. He grabbed her hand and led her out onto the dance floor.
    Taz watched amused as Sacha and Clifford started dancing. He knew she was feeling him because of the nervous glances she kept shooting his way . I know you want me, boo, and I’m going to make damn sure you know I want you, he thought to himself as he turned back toward the bar and asked, “Winky, which waitress is working the section to my right?”
    Winky smiled and said, “That’s Mikki’s section, Taz. What’s up? Is everything okay?”
    â€œYeah, everything’s straight. Tell Mikki to come get at me when she comes back to the bar.”
    â€œGotcha, Taz,” the bartender said, and went back to making someone a drink.
    Taz resumed his staring game with Sacha. Damn, she’s fine! She’s wearing the hell out of that skirt. She’s got class too. I can tell. And that long-ass hair gots to be real. Ain’t no way that’s a weave, he thought as he continued to stare at her.
    Keno came back to the bar, saw how his homey was staring at Sacha, and said, “Well, I’ll be damn! You got your sights locked on that ass, huh?”
    Taz smiled and said, “Dog, that’s one bad broad. I gots to holla.”
    â€œDo you, nigga. What, you gon’ let that square cat stand in your way?”
    Taz recognized the challenge in his homey’s voice, smiled, and said, “Since when have I ever let someone stop me from doing what I want to do?”
    â€œNow that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout! My nigga Taz is back in the game! I think I’ll drink to that!” Keno said, and he downed the rest of his glass of Hennessy.
    The waitress Mikki came up to Taz and asked, “You wanted to see me, Taz?”
    â€œYeah, I did. What’s up, Mikki? How you been?”
    â€œI’m good. Just trying to finish up with school and stuff. I’m trying to get the