Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.
June 5, 1997
~Yasir's P.O.V~
"TRUTH OR DRINK ANYBODY?" Unc yelled at us.
"I'm in as long as you don't get messy." I squinted at unc because this nigga is MESSY as fuck. He loves causing drama as well as watching it unfold.
"I'm in!" Megan yelled to him.
Megan is a beautiful woman but she's been trying to get every guy's attention on this boat. All of us guys took notice of that off bat. It's like, why is she doing this when she's already been with Dalvin? My guess is she wants to bed every man on this boat but again, why? She's not even my type, besides, I have somebody.
"I don't drink," De spoke up.
"Ahh, nigga you good! Shit. For all y'all who punks and don't know how to take a drink, we gon' make some nasty ass concoction. How 'bout that?" Unc slapped De's shoulder.
De frowned for a split second then his face went back to normal. I never saw a nigga with a resting bitch face until I met his ass.
"I guess I'll play too, but I'm still not drinking," Tia told our unc.
"Yo punk ass. Shit, why not?" He asked Tia.
"Because I don't, dang. I said I'll play though, alright?" Tia frowned. We walked to the table that had leftover food and drinks. "Since everyone here doesn't drink, I guess we could have everyone add something to it?" Tia turned to De.
De's face scrunched up. "HELL NAW!" He yelled. "I'm one of the people who'll be drinking that shit and I got a weak ass stomach. These silly niggas gon' add all kinds of bullshit. Hell nah. You must've started smokin' that shit if you thought that." Everybody started laughing.
"Alright, then what do you want?" Tia asked him.
"Milk," De told my sister.
"Almond milk?" Tia asked. "You know I can't drink that regular mess."
"Alright. The first ingredient is almond milk." De nodded.
"Hot sauce," Tia added to the pitcher.
"Orange juice." De smiled at Tia because his ass KNOW she hates orange juice.
"You're petty." Tia rolled her eyes at him then added it into the pitcher.
"Mustard," De told her.
Tia scoffed. "Mustard? Really, man?" Tia asked in disbelief.
"Yeah." De grabbed the mustard and squirted it into the pitcher. After pouring, he stirred with a spoon. "You have one more so choose wisely," DeVanté smirked at my little sister.
Tia's head jerked back "One? Dude, I literally said one thing and that was hot sauce."
"Technically, you said two. You said almond milk AND hot sauce." De corrected her but her ass is the QUEEN of correcting people and that's something I've ALWAYS hated that shit.
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