Piarry Leaves With Rone In Front of Wayne and Iman Says, ‘Ain’t So Funny When the Tables Turn 😳
[Scene: Outside a Halloween get-together. The night air is thick with awkward tension. Piarry walks off with Rone while Wayne, Shayla, and Iman stand nearby.]
Wayne: [staring] …Hold up. Did she just—?
Shayla: Oh, she definitely did. She said, “I’m hungry,” then floated off like she about to eat a five-course meal… with him.
Iman: [smirking] Mmm-hmm. Ain’t so funny when the tables turn, huh, Mr. Always-Got-Somebody-Else’s-Woman-Laughin’? 😏
Wayne: Man, come on now, I ain’t trippin’. She can eat, that’s her stomach, not mine.
Shayla: Oh really? ‘Cause your face say “starving.” You looking like somebody just snatched your plate.
Wayne: [sighs] Nah, I’m cool. I just didn’t know she and Rone knew each other like that.
Iman: Oh, they know each other real well now. You saw how she leaned in when he opened the car door? That’s “comfortable energy,” baby.
Wayne: [pretends to laugh] Comfortable? Man, she was just being polite. That’s how assistants act.
Shayla: Assistant? Boy, she assisting him straight into a date. You better stop lying to yourself.
Wayne: Look, I’m not even mad. I’m just surprised. Like… that was fast. One minute she helping me with emails, next minute she helping him with takeout menus.
Iman: Yeah, but remember how you used to walk off on people? Tables turning slow, but they always turn, baby.
Wayne: [grinning through it] See, that’s what I love about y’all. Y’all can’t wait to see me lose.
Shayla: Lose? Ain’t nobody saying you lost. We just saying the scoreboard even now.
Iman: Exactly. You the king of “it’s just business.” Now look—she handling business somewhere else.
Wayne: Y’all wild. I’m happy for her, for real. I want her to be happy.
Shayla: Mmm, happy with Rone though? The same dude that ain’t even hooping but always sweating?
Iman: [laughing hard] Girl stop! He do look like he got a gym membership but only use the mirror section.
Wayne: [laughing too] See, now y’all trying to play my boy. I’m not even on that.
Shayla: Please. If I zoomed in on your face just now, I’d see jealousy doing the moonwalk across your forehead.
Wayne: Alright, maybe it caught me off guard a little bit. You don’t just walk into your own party and see your ex walking out with a new dude… and a to-go plate.
Iman: A to-go plate and your dignity, baby. She took both!
Shayla: [cackles] Oooh, that’s cold!
Wayne: [grinning] Yeah, yeah, y’all go ahead. But just wait. When I bounce back, I’ma make sure she see me glowing.
Iman: You better glow fast, ‘cause she out there getting fed right now!
Wayne: [pointing toward the street] Yeah, but guess what? She still gonna have to see me—every time she check that inbox. I’m her boss!
Shayla: [laughing] Not after that car ride, you not. That’s “I quit” energy.
Iman: Tables turned, seats taken, and Rone driving. It’s over, Wayne.
Wayne: [smiles, defeated but proud] That’s alright. Tables might turn, but the chef still me. Just wait—dessert coming.
[They all laugh as Wayne walks off, pretending he’s unbothered while secretly plotting his glow-up.]