I also crashed out one time at a cookout on one of her little brothers friends... That shit almost got bad.
Cuz it was a cookout... It was a bunch of people there. Everybody didn't know everybody like that but it was mostly family, family adjacent, chill back yard vibe.... Like there should be no problems at a cookout out like that...it was a cool vibe...
So I didn't make it an effort to listen in on all the conversations and interactions with my wife.... But I'm naturally aware of where she was at and who she was talking to. It was definitely the first time I saw dude, but he seemed to be real cool with her brothers...so I can only assume he knew he was talking to their sister .... And again...I think they were talking about politics or something in the news... So I really didn't give a fuck.
But when it was time to go and everybody getting their shit together, she couldn't find her phone....and while looking for it homie volunteers himself on some
"What's your number ma, I'll call it"
And you know I ain't miss a beat
"Why?"
Bro like "hunh?"
Again I'm quick with it..
"Bruh, I'm right here, her brothers right over there, her sister, her cousins, niece, like mad people that have her number and can call her phone. Why the FUCK would you need to call it"
Bruh..... Shit got real silent real quickly.... My wife had found her phone like "come on baby...I got it, let's go" and just staring dead at homie as I'm getting my shit together and leave with my wife....
I forgot what I said in the car.... But I was hot about that one. It was something on the lines of not really caring about having conversations and talking to people at a kick back.... But the nigga really tried to smooth shoot a shot right in front of me...best believe if you were dumb enough to give him your number, that would not have been the only time he used it...and again.. Right in my face, nigga lucky I ain't swing on him right there