American Dream ✦ Maloley

VI ♕

Nash had invited us to his party that he was throwing just in case he would have to buy some more stuff off of us. Sammy said that it would be a good idea because we could find some new buyers, and we could walk out loaded with cash. "Holy shit you look hot," Sammy said as I walked out into the living room. I had my long brown hair pulled back in a sleek pony tail, sultry makeup making my dark brown eyes glow, my outfit consisted of a bright white cropped halter top, and a black wrap mini skirt. I felt myself blush, and Nate helped me balance while I slipped on my last high heel.

"Here, stash these," Nate said handing me a small bag of the same small colorful pills that we had taken. "I'm sure we'll be able to sell some of these to those kids. I'll stay with you, just in case things start getting a little heated." I nodded and slipped the small bag into a pocket in my silver clutch. "Alright, let's roll out." I walked out of the apartment first with all four boys following behind me. We took separate cabs - the boys in one, and Nate and me in the other. Nash had rented out a penthouse loft for the night, and he even had a guestlist. This wasn't some run of the mill party, it was exclusive shit and Johnson kept raving about how we were going to be walking out with major stacks.

"Alright, and remember don't get too fucked up," Nate said looking at all of us. "We're here primarily to get some supply sold. Don't fuck this up." We all nodded and he grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar. "I need a Dirty Shirley, and a Jack & Coke, extra Jack." He ordered like a pro, knowing exactly what I would want. The bartender nodded and began making the drinks. Nate tipped him and we were off to roam around the party.

"This place is insane," I shouted over the blaring rap music. Girls were grinding up on guys I'm sure they didn't even know, and groups of friends were living it up.

"Hey, you made it," I heard a familar voice. Nate and I turned around and saw Nash with a girl on each arm. The kid was seventeen and had older chicks lining up to take shots with him. "Enjoy the party, I'll be sure to hit you up if I need anything. I got some friends, too. Might bring them over to meet you later."

"Thanks for the invite," I smiled. He nodded his head and sauntered off with the half-past brunettes on his arms. "He looks like a future Jack Gilinsky," I joked causing Nate to laugh. We downed our drinks, and he took the empty glasses back over to the bar and walked back to me.

"Let's dance," he said grabbing my hand and leading me out to the floor. The main lights were turned off, and the room was lit by multi-colored light panels that were installed in the walls. There were a couple girls up on the main platform with the DJ, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sammy dancing with a gorgeous redhead and he looked like he was enjoying his time with her. "Look at that killer over there," he smirked pointing to Sammy.

"That kid is like a vulture, hunting down ideal girls for his business," I said catching sight of Gilinsky chatting it up with a group of girls. Nate spun me around so my back was to his chest and I began to slowly sway my hips. I felt his hands roam all over my body, and with my spare hand that wasn't holding my clutch I grabbed his hand and used it to twirl myself around. The song switched to a slower RnB track, and he tilted my chin up with his index finger while planting small, delicate kisses down my neck. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them I saw Sammy pulling out something from his pocket. He was dealing to the girl, and Nate looked up in effort to see what I was seeing. The girl pulled out a thick wad of cash from her clutch and they exchanged what they held in her hands. She smirked at him as she walked away with the bag full of coke. Sammy gestured for us to come over to him, and we navigated our way through the dancing, drunken crowd to a less populated area.

"Drunk rich bitches will pay any price to get high," Sammy said showing us the money. He was holding nearly eight hundred dollars. "Daddy won't be happy when he finds out his daughter is a little coke whore," he smiled smugly.