Fic! (kinda)
So um... I have an audition coming up and naturally I read the play that the audition is for. And the character that I'm hoping to get really stuck with me to the point that this drabble came out. Yeah.
Title: The past buried above 96th street
Fandom: Our lady of 121st street
Words: 495
Warnings: Language (no seriously), Intentionally bad grammar.
Author's Note: So yeah, I tried to work off the vernacular of the characters in the play in creating this. Also I might write another piece about how she feels after the play is done. Also? I HIGHLY recommend reading the play "Our lady of 121st street." As well as "Jesus hopped the A train."
"Nah but fo real? Fuck this shit."
Inez hates coming up past 96th street. She's good in Brooklyn. She's got a good husband, good job and a goddamn life. It was everything she didn't have when she was up here waiting on Walter's no good ass to come home from whatever "mira papi te quiero" he got against stained against his collar and jeans. Shit.
And really? That's why she doesn't blame Norica that much. Shit, there's a reason she's called Nasty Norica. It don't matter that the chick was supposed to be her girl and then turned around to serve her ass up to Inez's husband on the same table that she sat at when Inez was crying her eyes out, Walter was her husband. The one she went to bed with every night.
But whatever. Honestly? Inez just wants to get through this meet up with Norica and then call Flip and take him up on his drink. She wants to forget and rumor had it that Flip was always good for that. And if it makes a bit of hypocrite to go out with another man when hers is waiting at home, well Mark could thank Walter "Rooftop" Johnson for that.
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"Other than 'gee Norica. Yo' fat ass bounced really nice off my kitchen table when you were serving yo' stank ass pussy up to my husband? Other than that I'm drawing a blank.'"
The thing is this actually started good. Drinking and catching up on old times when they was back in school made for some good times. But then Norica had to be Norica. She had to act like nothing happened and that Inez should be complimenting her of all things. Like just sayin' that her face was funny looking was a compliment. What the fuck was she supposed to say to that? Come to think of it, Norica never even apologized.
And they're making fools of themselves. Just like when they was teenagers. That white chick at the next table is staring at them like her eyes is about to fall out of her head. Inez wants to smack her face back proper.
She sighed. It wasn't her fault. That lady probably just came in here for a nice drink and got treated to two grown ass woman talking about the bank robbers (Inez doesn't give a fuck about Norica saying they was just suspects) that they was fucking back when they was 15. Inez almost felt sorry for her. More so when Norica got it in her bubble head that she was Wendy Elmer back from school.
This is what she wanted to avoid. The patterns she ain't never fully dropped. People she never fully got rid of. Places that she... yeah she saw the fucking theme here.
As Norica ripped off the lady's wig and threw it at her, Inez promised herself that she would never come back up here after Sister Rose's funeral tomorrow.
Title: The past buried above 96th street
Fandom: Our lady of 121st street
Words: 495
Warnings: Language (no seriously), Intentionally bad grammar.
Author's Note: So yeah, I tried to work off the vernacular of the characters in the play in creating this. Also I might write another piece about how she feels after the play is done. Also? I HIGHLY recommend reading the play "Our lady of 121st street." As well as "Jesus hopped the A train."
"Nah but fo real? Fuck this shit."
Inez hates coming up past 96th street. She's good in Brooklyn. She's got a good husband, good job and a goddamn life. It was everything she didn't have when she was up here waiting on Walter's no good ass to come home from whatever "mira papi te quiero" he got against stained against his collar and jeans. Shit.
And really? That's why she doesn't blame Norica that much. Shit, there's a reason she's called Nasty Norica. It don't matter that the chick was supposed to be her girl and then turned around to serve her ass up to Inez's husband on the same table that she sat at when Inez was crying her eyes out, Walter was her husband. The one she went to bed with every night.
But whatever. Honestly? Inez just wants to get through this meet up with Norica and then call Flip and take him up on his drink. She wants to forget and rumor had it that Flip was always good for that. And if it makes a bit of hypocrite to go out with another man when hers is waiting at home, well Mark could thank Walter "Rooftop" Johnson for that.
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"Other than 'gee Norica. Yo' fat ass bounced really nice off my kitchen table when you were serving yo' stank ass pussy up to my husband? Other than that I'm drawing a blank.'"
The thing is this actually started good. Drinking and catching up on old times when they was back in school made for some good times. But then Norica had to be Norica. She had to act like nothing happened and that Inez should be complimenting her of all things. Like just sayin' that her face was funny looking was a compliment. What the fuck was she supposed to say to that? Come to think of it, Norica never even apologized.
And they're making fools of themselves. Just like when they was teenagers. That white chick at the next table is staring at them like her eyes is about to fall out of her head. Inez wants to smack her face back proper.
She sighed. It wasn't her fault. That lady probably just came in here for a nice drink and got treated to two grown ass woman talking about the bank robbers (Inez doesn't give a fuck about Norica saying they was just suspects) that they was fucking back when they was 15. Inez almost felt sorry for her. More so when Norica got it in her bubble head that she was Wendy Elmer back from school.
This is what she wanted to avoid. The patterns she ain't never fully dropped. People she never fully got rid of. Places that she... yeah she saw the fucking theme here.
As Norica ripped off the lady's wig and threw it at her, Inez promised herself that she would never come back up here after Sister Rose's funeral tomorrow.