{Bashar}
~Club~
||9:45 P.M||
-Thursday-
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I inhaled my blunt getting up stretching.
Sat my ass right back down to.
"What ima say?"
"Ask how she doing. That shit white people be saying now go"
I got up stretching sitting back down again.
"Cuz I'll do it tomorrow-
JB pulled out his phone.
"Ight man Ight..."
Got back up for real this time inhaling my blunt walking over to her.
Look like she don't want to be bothered shii.
I sat down next to her letting the smoke wander.
"Wassup"
"Wassgood"
"How you doing?"
"Good how bout you?"
"Same, same...feel like talking?"
"....It don't matter"
I got up putting my blunt out in the ashtray looking down at her.
"Come on den"
Dillion caught my attention. He was leaning on the wall drinking from his wine glass looking at me.
"Don't fuck up" he lipped.
"I won't" JB and Pimp was throwing they thumbs up, childish niggas.
"Wassup"
"Be honest...do you even wanna talk to me?"
"I'm here ain't it? So wassup?"
"You already know wassup. Ima keep on asking"
"Just move on-
"I can't and you know that.
"Then wait-
"Please stop making me wait"
"Go out there and party wit yo hoes-
