Same Night.
Milani pulled in the VIP parking of the club, paparazzi taking pictures of her from a distance.
She got out of her car, a security reaching for her, and she grabbed his hand, waving at the people who recorded her from the line.
"Milani!" A few people screamed as he walked in the club, making her laugh.
There was a security guard who pulled her through the crowd, and 3 more behind her, making sure no one touched her. Her dad always overdid it with her security, but she didn't mind.
"Thank you JJ." She spoke to the head guard, who nodded. She walked in the section, pulling her bralette up.
"Bitch! Big Suiiii!" Santana yelled, and she screamed, wrapping her arms around him.
"Bitch you look the fuck good." Milani smiled, and he laughed.
"Girl look at you! Material girl ahhhkay." He tapped her ass, and she laughed, following him deeper in the section.
"Bestfriendddd." Aaliyah slurred, hugging her.
"Not you drunk without me." She laughed, hugging Solan, Miami, and Ariana.
"Bitch you look good." Ariana complimented her.
"Thank you baby, you too. The ass is sitting." Milani kissed her cheek, and she smiled.
"Aight hoes, enough of that. Shots!" Santana announced, and a few bartenders came in with tray of shots.
"Don't stop just throw it back bitches." Solan took two shots back to back.
"Whewwwww bitch my throat ain't up to par with y'all hoes." Miami flared her throat.
"Shit mine is." Milani tossed four shots back, flaring her throat.
"That's what I'm talm bout! Caresha take that shit bitch." Santana hit her back as she coughed, making them laugh as Miami swatted his hands away.
"Damn Santana you tryna take my soul hoe?" She coughed, making Milani laugh as she tossed another shot back.
"Bestfriend throwing them hoes." Aaliyah laughed as Milani flared her throat after taking another one.
"Ouuu bitch Santana that nigga looking at you." Milani nodded towards a man sitting in the section across from them.
"He better do the damn skip over here. I'm with the gworls tonight hoe." Santana shrugged, making them laugh.
All thick girls, stank walk with it
Stank walk with it, stank walk with it
One time for the slim girls, get loose with it
Get loose with it, get loose with it
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
Here we go (here we go)
"Cute face, ass fat. Jump in my jeans, jump in my bag!" The whole club screamed as they did the dance.
"Arch yo' back, pop yo' cat, charge him tax, that's that. Pussy sellin' like crack, I need them racks." Milani bent over, twerking to the song.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Miami tapped her ass, dancing next to her.
"Bow-legged in the club with my thumb in my mouth. Put yo' dick in? Take my thumb out?" Aaliyah rapped, Ari twerking on her.
"My girlssss! Here we go! Here we go!" Santana recorded the four of them, all drunk and dancing on each other.
"Put that fucking Yvette on!" Santana called over the music to the DJ.
