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Once I finished applying my lashes after doing my makeup I started on my hair. I took each flexing rod out one by one before brushing my curls allowing it to bounce.
I packed my bag with my bottle girl outfit which was a blue two piece with fishnets . The top had blue strings that crossed in the front, so my cleavage was gone be showing a lot. I also had some perfume and hygiene stuff packed along with my cute black fanny pack.
"I feel like i'm forgettin- Oh hand sanitizer." I said grabbing it to put in my bag.
After I was done I was finally leaving out of my house to get in my car when my friend, Lisa called me.
"Why the fuck people love calling me as soon as I get in the car." I mumbled to myself before answering and driving off.
"Hello." I answered.
"Girl I heard some producers coming out tonight." She started.
"Oh." I said.
"Oh? Girl that's more money for us you know they money long." She said.
"And so is my bank account numbers, I don't care about them." I chuckled. "I'm not finna act like a groupie like y'all." I shrugged.
"Groupie? When do I act like a groupie? You mixing that and buttering these niggas up to get what I want together." She said.
"We're bottle girls not strippers, I get paid to party not get paid to be a groupie." I said.
"Girl lighten up sometimes you always got something negative to say." She whined.
"I don't, but agree to disagree I really don't care." I said.
"Who made you mad, cause you on one tonight." She said.
"I am being a lil too blunt my bad." I said.
"Nah somebody done pissed you off." She laughed. "Well imma see you when you get here girly." She said before hanging up.
I wasn't pissed off, but seeing D2 just been on my mind all day and it's throwing my mood off. I don't really like the fact that he was all in my face but he's the reason why we stopped talking to each other.
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"Here you go." Lisa said handing me a sparkler to attach to the champagne bottle.
"Y'all it's so packed out there in that line and security letting them in slow." Dessi said.
"I ain't finna help fuck that, too much, which one of y'all wanna sell these wrist bands don't nobody wanna buy everybody in the line? Anya asked. The wristbands was for VIP.
"How many left?" I asked.
"25." She said.
"Give em' to me, I can work something out." I shrugged.
