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June 21st, 1996 Russel and Megan Pete's house in Houston, Texas
"You coming?" Beyoncé calls over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm coming," Megan finally responds, putting out her blunt with the sole of her boot. "Wait up!"
It becomes more and more difficult for Megan to make her way through the sea of partygoers as she journeys downstairs. Beyoncé is more than a few feet ahead of her (she's naturally quick footed), but still, Megan remains on the lookout. Her tall frame makes it easy to keep an eye out for a certain five foot four, brown skinned beauty who's been on her mind all evening.
While walking through the sweaty, rowdy crowd, multiple people (even strangers) dap Megan up and wish her a happy birthday. Like she hasn't heard that a million times tonight already.
The partygoers scream and yell in her ears as their bodies move to Boyz II Men's Motownphilly, not caring who they accidentally bump and smack into.
Most, if not all, of the partygoers are cross faded. To be honest, Megan doesn't really give a damn what they're on. In fact, she hopes they brought whatever they got from her. Mostly, she needs them to stop touching her, and to get the fuck out of her way. She can't stand the clamminess or the proximity.
All of the 'happy birthday' wishes yelled in her face go ignored, but none of the partygoers seem to notice. They're too joyous to realize how irked the birthday girl is at the moment.
Megan maintains the mean mug on her face and sets her eyes forward. She only has one mission right now, and that's finding Normani's fine ass throughout all this chaos.
Eventually, a small path clears for Megan and she's able to make her way through. But soon, she quickly realizes that Beyoncé has become lost in the crowd too. Megan looks around, hoping to find her best friend's familiar mop of curly hair in the sea of heads.
"Yo, Meg!" the woman in question suddenly hears Beyoncé call. Megan turns swiftly and sees the honey blonde leaning against a doorway that leads to the kitchen. She waves her over. "Over here, nigga!"
Megan only shakes her head, and makes haste towards the kitchen doorway.
"Jesus, who the fuck are all these people?" Megan asks, irritated, when she's finally by Beyoncé's side. "I don't like all these people in my house, man."
"Who cares about all that right now? I just saw Normani and them walk in the kitchen and she was looking real nice. So quit all your whining and get in there," Beyoncé says, accentuating each of her syllables with a poke to the taller woman's chest.
