She liked hangin’ out at Cynt’s with Travis and Ronnie. She liked watching the women dance, but her vice was gambling. She loved to play poker. “Payin’ for pussy is Ronnie’s thing,” she said playfully.

“Watch that shit, Jackie. Girlie or not, you can still get your fine ass kicked,” Ronnie said and finished his drink.

“I guess you forgot what happened the last time you tried that. I was the one who kicked your ass.”

“Give me a fuckin’ break, Jackie. We were nine and I slipped on some ice. That’s how you got me. I also remember Travis grabbin’ and holdin’ me when I got up, and you running away.”

“But I ran away after I kicked your ass, and I ran home laughing all the way.”

“Anyway,” Travis said. “I got something to say.”

“What’s that?” Ronnie asked. “Better be important enough to send away the women.”

“It is. I was just thinkin’ that we need to find another way to make some money. Ain’t no jobs out there and ain’t none comin’.”

“What you got in mind? Startin’ a business? That takes money, too,” Jackie said.

“Yeah, I’m talkin’ about goin’ into business for ourselves, but just not the type of business you’re thinkin’ about. Look around this room. There’s plenty of money up in here. Muthafuckas in here spendin’ mad cash like it’s goin’ out of style tomorrow morning. Ain’t no recession in here.”

“Yeah, Tee, but these mutha fuckas are ballers and gangsters. That’s why they got paper. They out there takin’ theirs,” Jackie said as she finished her drink. “My glass is empty. Can I at least get a waitress over here?” she asked and flagged one down.

“So, what you got in mind, Tee?” Ronnie asked.

“What’s rule number three?”

“Nigga, get off your ass if you plan to be rich,” both Jackie and Ronnie said in unison.