Silas' POV

   The broad I banged last night is still here.  She's in the kitchen for some reason.  "Yo, what are you still doing here?"  I question her.

"I thought I could make you breakfast."  She says, smiling and shit.  I point to the poster board on the wall.  "You didn't read the sign?  It clearly says no hook-ups are allowed to stay past 7AM the next day.  In other words, you wake the fuck up and get the fuck out.  I can make my own breakfast.  Thank you."  I say with an attitude.

"But-"  "Nah, pack it up, sis.  You clearly don't know how one night stands work."  I say, gathering her clothes.

I give them to her and she puts them on.  "You're a dick, Silas."  "Yeah, everybody knows that.  Get the fuck out now.  Thank you.  Byyyyyyeeeee."

The door closes behind her.  Good riddance.  Damn, too bad.  Her pussy was good, but I can't fuck someone who can't follow the rules of this place.

Ain't nobody got time for that lovey dovey shit.  Cooking breakfast leads to staying longer, and staying longer leads to attachments.  Ain't no broad gettin' attached to me.  Unless it's Hessie.  I just can't see why some women don't understand the concept of a quick fun and run.

There's a knock on the door.  Damn, did this chick leave something?  That's another rule.  You can't leave yo shit here.  You gotta get everything and go.  Don't need reasons for you to come back.

"Who the fuck is it?"  "Aye, nigga, it's me, Damien."  "Oh.  Ooohhh shit now."  I let that nigga in.

We sit on the bed.  "Spark up?"  "You know iiit."  I respond with a smile.  He pulls out his Devil's lettuce. 

"Damn, nigga.  You got a whole stash."  I say.  He laughs and smiles at me.  "You know I gotta come with some big shit when I'm with yo ass.  Lord knows you ain't only gettin' one blunt.  You like to smoke up my shit."

I laugh.  "Nigga, you let me."  "You riiiiggghhtt.  We boutta get higher than muhfucking Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa combiiiiiiiined."

.....

Damien and I are joking around.  "I feel like you be havin' hella women in here.  Get more ass than Flava Flav in the early 2000's."  He jokes.  We both laugh.

"What can I say?  The ladies love me.  I be slangin' that thang like nobody's business."  "Has Anthessa ever been in this room?"

"Nah.  I'm workin' on it, though."  "You like her?"  "Nah.  I'm attracted to her, though.  She prettier up close.  Plus, I wanna fuck with her head.  Best way to get back at her for my eye."  I smile.

"I swear, y'all have this weird dynamic going on."  "She hates to love me, but she'll love to fuck me.  Just watch."