𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑 (on hold)

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omniscient

maybe it was the d'usse that she drank too fast. maybe it was the random bottle of hennessy she snagged from a vacant table, but india was drunk by 11:00. nastasia stopped after the first bottle seeing how wild her friend was getting. someone had to be responsible tonight and it clearly wasn't finna be indie,  nastasia thought to herself. she wasn't too upset about it, she was out for india. not for herself. india needed this night more than anything and as long as she was happy, then nastasia was happy. india threw herself on the white couch next to her friend. she looked at her with a sleepy smile, causing nastasia to laugh. "stasi, i love you so much." she slurred.

stasi laughed again. "i love you too, indie."

"no like seriously. i love you so fucking much. you got my sorry ass out of the house, and i'm having soooooooooo much fun. i haven't thought about  jordan once since we've been here. damn it. i said his name. now i'm thinking about him. fuck." she ranted and darted her eyes towards one of  the servers walking towards them. she held a platter of shot glasses filled to the brim, and india grabbed two of them. she tried to hand one to nastasia, who smiled and turned it down. india shrugged and downed  both glasses of the light brown liquid, cringing as it slid down her throat. she gave her head a quick shake. "whew! that's better. anyways,"  she started to rant again but stopped when she heard the beginning of legacy by offset.  she said nothing else and ran to the dance floor. she wasted no time when the beat dropped, immediately bending over to twerk. nastasia watched and laughed. she had never seen india twerk, but she knew she was killing it on that floor.

"you better fuck it up bestfriend!" nastasia yelled. india started doing moves stasi had never seen. for  india to be so quiet and sheltered, she threw ass like she was a stripper. the next song had barely started when a dude walked up behind india. she was thrown off for a second then continued to twerk on him. who does this nigga think he is? nastasia thought as she tried to get a glimpse of the man's face. she gasped as she recognized who he was. dominique jones. lil baby was grinding all up on her bestfriend. she watched as he slid his hand up the back of india's dress and gripped her ass. india jumped up and finally looked back to see who was behind her.

"hey it's lil baby! bestfriend, look! i just twerked on lil baby!" she yelled to nastasia. nastasia sighed, wishing she wouldn't say that so loud. just as she was about to  respond, they both turned to the side and watched as his girlfriend jayda caught sight of her boyfriend in india's face. oh shit, they both thought at the same time. nastasia jumped up as she saw jayda walking towards the pair on the dance floor. india's eyes shifted between nastasia, dominique, and jayda. nastasia and jayda stepped up to them at the same time.

"um is this your friend? you need to get her in check before i step to her ass. who the fuck she think she is twerking on my nigga?" jayda said, rudely pointing at india. nastasia scoffed.

"bitch you need to get yo nigga in check! his thirsty ass is the one who walked up on her! i wish you would step to my bestfriend you insecure ass hoe!" she spat, jumping in jayda's face.

"what did you just call me?!" jayda yelled back. now everyone on the dance floor was looking at them. the dj even stopped the music to watch the argument unfold. india opened her mouth to speak but her words were replaced with the feeling of warm bile rising in her throat. she doubled over and let it loose on the dance floor, and on jayda's shoes. she  stood back up and wiped her face.

"why the hell did the music stop?" india yelled over at the dj. nastasia grabbed india's hand and dragged her away.

"yup, it's time to go now." she said and grabbed her purse off the couch, guiding india outside as she protested.