A little over five years ago I was at a pool hall with two white girls in Gainesville, Georgia. bytches were in there drunk, kissing each other, kissing me and grabbing dikk and being extra noisy. I'm a low key brother so I didn't like the extra shyt, but we were just out having drinks and shooting pool and afterwards getting the threesome poppin...
I was 24 at the time, the one girl was 27 and the older one was around 31-32...
I was the only black face in the building. I noticed the bartender bytch had a disgusted look from the time we came in. Table right next to us was four white dudes playing pool. I do think part of it was annoyance at how LOUD the younger white chick was. But the other part, they def kept giving dirty looks. Back then I was more confrontational than I am now, but I didn't go out for confrontation, so I stayed in my corner and when I caught stares, I just casually glanced them off...
The younger chick gets into it with one of the white guys. Somebody bumped the other one, and this chick turnt all the way up. Her friend brought her back to our side, and she was venting to me (I didn't even ask her what happened). But I did tell her to just chill, it was probably an accident, words are words...
We go out on the balcony, and the bartender tells us to tone it down or she throwing us out. This chick really wanted titles, so when I just told her to let's keep having a good time, she was with "baby" this and "baby" that...
We go inside and at some point she gets into it with two of the guys and the full blown cursing at each other. Her friend tries to mediate, bartender was grilling us, other white dudes glancing from my white girls to me. And I remember thinking something to the extent of "this crazy bytch can't hold liquor and gonna make me have to act on these guys". That crossed my mind in that moment...
So back in our table she telling me one of them made a racist remark about me, and how she wasn't going for that, "my kids are black", etc. Talking loudly still, calling them pussies, saying they not gonna bully her or us. Her friend started looking shook, and I told her them dudes didn't say nothing to me, so I'm cool. But both me and the friend said maybe we should leave...
bytch still wanted to drink so she fought us on leaving, and there came a point one of the white dudes said "yo, control your bytch". And his friends started cackling, and the other white girl with me looked terrified. Lmao my life and these memories man...
I told the dude who said it that she wasn't my woman, but he didn't have to call her a bytch, we leaving. And then somebody said something like "take the bytch back to the ghetto" and somebody else was like "get the fukk outta here". Everyone else in there stopped what they were doing cause when they started talking to me, they were loud, and I wasn't, but the younger bunny got loud with the "I'll fight a man, you p*ssy" and "watch your mouth" and all that. So of course, one of the guys said "bytch I'll knock you out if you touch me, and your man too". Something really similar to that, and of course the other guys just broke up with obnoxious laughter...
That got the juices flowing, and I told dude basically, watch your mouth, playa. I didn't disrespect you, and we got her and we leaving. Dude told me I better leave, so I stopped, walked within a foot of dude, and my exact words: "you won't be knocking shyt out over here. Not you or any of you muhfukkas". And I pointed at his friends...
Bartender threw my party out and said she was calling the cops. Riiiiggghhhhtttt, after all that, now she calling the cops when I tell them not to threaten me. But white boys took that as a threat and were like, meet me outside than, motherfukker!
I had the blower in the ride, and at that moment, I made up my mind that if them dudes followed me to our cars (white bytches parked near me but cam separate) they were about have to outrace bullets. They lagged behind us, I get to the car, grab the blower but kinda stand with it hidden and looked unassuming, talking to my chicks. And white girl was loud the whole time. As they coming out though, bartender does come out with phone on her ear screaming that she calling the police. So white boys held back, and we exchanged some words...
Basically them telling me I was lucky and still need to check my ghetto bytch, and me responding that any of them could get it. The exchange of words was probably less than 15 seconds, and they didn't come within 7 or 8 feet of me. But they ended up pulling back talking tough...
One of many scenarios in my life I was saved. And you can view "saved" in all ways. They probably felt confident in a 4-on-1 beatdown. I felt confident somebody was about to eat something. shyt could have gotten very ugly really soon...