Dont Panic (On Hold)

quinze

Flashing lights, even cameras were all in the midst of this party. One of the hottest and biggest parties of the year. Hosted by Chris on his exclusive, private yacht. Celebrating his fifth year in the business of his strip club, he couldn't help but brag about it to the whole city. Even people from out of Baltimore came. Security was down packed, so there wouldn't be any of that crazy bullshit he didn't approve of. The vip section was for his cousins and Celeste. Jarelle, he wasn't even invited, neither was Cyrille. He was content with what went down, he didn't care much about the women who threw themselves at him when he left vip to examine the party. He had Celeste right there embracing his bicep along the way. As of the moment she sat in his lap drinking off of his alcohol. Celeste wasn't too interested in going to this party, but she didn't want to stay home and miss anything.

Before grabbing his other drink of his mixed beverage a hand that stood behind his massive chair slipped a small tablet into the beverage and let it dissolve. With Chris oblivious to what was just dropped into his beverage, he took a long sip and breathed in the thick air. Placing it down he pressed his tongue to the root of his mouth, just to taste it again. Something tasted peculiar of the drink. He decided to shrug it off and show pda with Celeste. Not that anyone was paying them much mind, well besides any female that was there and envied their relationship. His head snuggled into the crook of her neck as she blushed quietly. His nose caressed her neck making her lean her head upwards.

"You smell so divine baby. Si précieux..." He rambled into her smooth skin. That meant so precious.

Feeling her body, his hands massaged her upper thigh as he ran his jaw line along her neck.

"Thanks." Celeste breathed into his ear making him nod.

His front teeth made a smooth connection with her earlobe, pressing them into her skin she couldn't help but moan his name under her breath. He tugged for a slight moment then let go and grabbed his drink once more. This time he finished off the whole glass. Instead of mixing it again, he drank straight from the ciroc and gulped it down. Celeste eventually took the bottle from his possession making him growl.

"I want that." He slurred watching her get up to place it on the mini bar. She came back to sit on his lap but he tensed up. "Don't sit on me, give me back my drink." He whined, with a childish frown on his face. It was evident to her that he was growing drunk. She never dealt with a drunk Chris, so she had to do what she could to keep him under control.

"You've had enough, Im going to have to drive us home since your almost drunk." She said relaxing her body onto his lap still. His face scrunched and he squirmed in his seat. "Its hot as a bitch, is the air on?"

"Its freezing in here, are you alright-"

"Yes." He insisted before she could finish her speech.

"Are-"

"Yes Im sure." He replied quickly in a soft monotone, staring straight down at the party as it went along. "Get up for me, I need to go find someone." He said to Celeste. Standing form his lap, Celeste fiddled around in her purse for her makeup and begins to re-apply it as Chris leaves the back entrance of the yacht that trails down a small bridge and to the parking lot. He finds his keys in his pocket of his pants and gets into his matted black Hummer.

Driving around, running red lights, cutting people off. He was in deep determination to be where he needed to be.

Celeste closed the top to her Bobbi Brown berry lipstick and placed it securely into her bag. Leaving vip, she went to go to the nearest bathroom where Louis, Chris's bodyguard followed her. Stepping inside she checked her make up before exiting. Running straight into someone familiar.