"So," Sha-Sha started before she downed her first shot, "who's this Shami character?"

I sipped my beer for a moment, thinking on how to respond. "Who do you think this Shami character is?"

"Well, that was the name," another shot downed, "we picked out for your first girl so…"

I nodded swallowing my drink. "She's my daughter."

"And the father?" Another shot made it three.

"Not here."

"State-side," fourth shot down, "or here?"

"Here," I took another gulp, "but he might as well be over there. Hell, for all I know he is over there. I haven't seen him since before I had her."

She raised an eyebrow and put the shot glass on the counter. "He left when he found out? Dick." I let out a forced chuckle. I caught her wince at the sound.

"I never told him," I gave her a sad smile. "Besides I didn't even know at the time. He's probably a few towns over with some random girl I don't give a rat's ass about. If he's still here that is." I took her shot and downed it. The hard liquor burned on the way down, but it helped the ache in my chest.

"Why didn't you tell him, Mi-Mi?" she asked taking back the glass.

Creves came over and filled it back up. He also put one in front of me. I gave him a small smile.

"On the house, chica," he told me.

"Gracias," I thanked him. I figured he had been listening. He knew I didn't like to talk about Shami's father. It was one of the few things I told him about my past. He never asked for much. But I felt bad one night, our anniversary, so I told him about my 'baby daddy'.

"So," fifth shot, "is he one of the Losers?"

I paused before I answered her. "Is that why you're here? The Losers?" She nodded before taking her sixth shot. She was watching me carefully. "I should leave right now," I snapped at her. She winced. "But you're buying the drinks and I haven't seen someone from my old life in a while." I downed my second shot.

"So, is he?" she asked carefully while Enrico filled our glasses. The dark skinned boy smiled shyly at me. I nodded while I downed my shot. Enrico went to fill my glass up but I stopped him.

"That's my third. Three," I told him while I held up three fingers.

"Ah, si senorita. Tres; three," he smiled at me.

Aisha raised an eyebrow. "I only have a certain number at a time. Whichever is the number I'm teaching the one filling my shot glass. Christina is up to twenty-six. Enrico is up to three, well now it's four," I explained to her. The only reason Christina's number was so high was because she usually forced me to have a shot, then two, then three. Eventually it got pretty high.

"So, which one is he?" Aisha asked taking her seventh shot.

"Which one is who?" I replied staring off into space.

"Mi-Mi, don't go there. You know damn well what I mean," she growled while her glass was filled.

"Leave the bottle, Creves. She's not going to stop anytime soon. And she's paying," I told my friend. The old man nodded and smiled at Sha-Sha.

"So, which one is it? Oh, tell me it isn't that big black guy!"

I thought about who she meant. She probably knew Pooch was married so that left one other guy. "Roque? No way. That boy freaks me out. I don't trust him. Never have and probably never will," I smiled at her. "And if you are going there, I would be careful. He's quick to attack."

"I'll be careful. And I'll watch out for your guy if you tell me who he is," she smirked.

"If you see me interact with them you'll know right away," I smiled at her.

She took her seventh shot. "I hate you. So, is there something I can do for you? I mean, you're doing this for me, I might as well do something for you."

I thought for a moment sipping my beer. Was there anything I wanted? Anything I really wanted? Better question, was there anything I could get for Shami? The answer came easily.

"Nothing you can get me," I sighed.

"Spill," she shot back her eighth.

"I want Shami to grow up in America with both her parents," I sighed. "But, if this goes where I think it's going, that might not happen."

"I'll try to keep him alive. You know I can't promise anything," she drank her ninth.

"Don't promise me anything Sha-Sha. I don't want false hope," I smiled a little.

"Hey, I can make half that true," she giggled. I stared at her for an explanation. "Well, you know I've always been over-protective of you…" Tenth.

"Yeah…"

"Well, my plan, it doesn't involve you getting into any true action. I want you to act like I got in contact with you anomalously. Go to the meet, recognize me, and go to Ci-Ci's." Eleventh.

"You do realize that's your eleventh right? Anyway, why go to Ci-Ci's?"

"I don't want you hurt. Besides no one will think of looking for you at family," she smirked. "Make the count twelve." She downed another shot.

"I hate you. You didn't just change your plan when you found out about Shami did you?"

"No," thirteenth, "I never had you working with everyone. I already got in contact with Ci-Ci. Thank god she hates military." I laughed. "You have a visa as a new cleaning lady. I'll have one for Shami before we leave."

"I'm not sure if she will be alright to fly," I commented drinking the last of my beer. "Speaking of my child, I better get home."

"Alright, here, the location's on the back," Aisha handed me a business card for a cleaning company, probably the one I was 'working' for.

"Want me to bring Shami?" I asked looking at the address.

"No, I'll see her on the plane. Let the boys think you don't have a kid." Besides the one who visited me all that time ago, I thought.

"Alright then, I'll see you in two days," I hugged her as I spoke. "Oh and thanks for the drinks."

"Anytime," she smirked.