BLACK MAMBA [h.s]

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"Hey Kara, you ready?" April asks from behind the bathroom door.

"I'm almost done," I finish doing my mascara and rearrange my dress a little bit to make it look better "go ahead and wait for me in the car"

"Alright love" I hear her say from afar.

Damn, I look good. I'm wearing a black dress April gave me a couple of months ago for my birthday. It's tight and short, but it lets me breathe and move around freely. It has lace at the top, making my boobs stand out. I paired it with some black heels. I also straightened my red hair and applied some natural makeup. I didn't mind grabbing a jacket to cover myself up just in case it gets cold, because if the outfit's on fire, the weather is psychological.

I head to the car holding my purse with everything I need inside of it. Phone, lip gloss, money, keys, and a taser just in case, we never know when it could be useful.

The taser thing stuck to me after some random man tried getting with me in a party. At that time I didn't have it so I threatened him with my stiletto heel to his neck.

He left me alone after that.

"Damn you look good" April laughs from the driver's seat.

"I said the same thing," I get in the car. "you don't look too bad yourself"

"Thank you bestie, I know" she starts driving. April's wearing a sage green lacy bralette underneath a black leather jacket and some matching pants.

"Where are we headed tonight?" I turn the music up.

"Tonight, we're going to Black Mamba," She smiles and turns to the left. "rich people club"

We stay silent during most of the ride to the club, enjoying the music. The traffic's not too bad for the place we're headed to. Usually rich people places are full of cars and annoying teenage guys who think they're the shit because they're driving an Audi, or at least it's that way back home.

I live in a rich people neighborhood, and I hate it. It's full of Chads.

When we arrive we head to the entrance, security asking for our IDs then letting us get in.

"I can't believe we're allowed to drink alcohol legally here" We approach the bar. It's a free drinks night tonight.

"Welcome to Europe baby," she turns her head to the bartender. "Hi, yeah could you get us two sex on the beaches, please?

"Coming up" he smirks.

"Have you ever done some shots?" she asks curiously.

"As if you wouldn't know. Of course, I have done shots, who do you take me for?" I laugh looking at the sweaty people dancing, they look tired.

"As a good civilian I had to ask alright? God I miss those shots we used to do at random parties"

"Here are your drinks ladies" The bartender places the cocktails in front of us. "Do you guys need anything else?"

"Could you also bring four shots of tequila?" I look at him and notice he looks just like any other rich boy here, slicked-back hair and a half-buttoned shirt, some tattoos peeking out. He looks quite nice actually.

"I'll bring them in a few minutes," he says then leaves to deal with other customers.

The night went by pretty quickly while talking and drinking, so far we've had four shots and three sex on the beaches each.

"Do you wanna go dancing?" I finish my drink.

"You go, I'll stay here watching our drinks. Also, do you want me to order another for you?"