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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

[ This Story Contains: Violence, profanity, smut, fluff, angst, drug use/abuse, characters are 17+]
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❦Chicago, Illinois.

The city was intoxicating.

You'd moved here a few years prior from a small unknown town in Georgia, to a cozy apartment in city. You live with your mother and her husband who'd recently married a few months ago.

From the outside looking in your life was boring and uneventful, filled with nothing but school work and lame associates.

It was the way you wanted to be reflected as, a background character.

"Uno out, bitch." Mani snickered, placing her cards onto table. The trio sat in a barley full ramen shop playing the childish game for the hundredth time, even after being on a losing streak for weeks. Valentina still got pissed.

"Imani you're always cheating." she sighed, putting her hand of card into the pile.

You chuckle, gathering the pile an began shuffling the deck of card. Imani rolled her eyes in annoyance before smiling, revealing the tooth gems on her perfectly aligned teeth.

"You should play me in poker, bet five hunnid!" she crossed her arms, leaning back into the cushioned sit of the worn out booth. Peter, your regular waiter, quickly intervened before it could escalate.

"No! No gambling in the shop, not after last." he said, gently placing a ramen bowl in front of each of you. Both Val and you let out a stifled laugh, not wanting to enrage Imani.

"See I was in a good mood, ya'll always be fucking it up." she playfully snatched her chopsticks from the man, not wasting a second to fill her mouth with steak and noodles.

"Thank you Pete," you said, grabbing your chopsticks and starting your meal. Val unraveled her fork from rolled up napkin as your waiter departed from the table, "So, what the move tonight?" she asked happily, completely forgetting about the game.