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Omniscient
They've returned from Texas. However since the two of them are now back to being around unfamiliar people, they've been quieter about their relationship.
Solange wants so bad to love Kelly out loud but they can't here.
"Gimme a hug."
"You can kiss me, I promise it's okay." Kelly smirks as she kisses Solange first and then hugs her close and tight.
Kelly heard about a gay nightclub/bar through the grapevine. She wants to experience loving our loud with Solange in a room full of other queer people. They are both determined to go and see the scenery. Especially since it's so vibrant in New York. The gay culture.
Solange is in flared low rise jeans and a blouse while Kelly played it a little more risqué with a tight hemmed dress. Kelly has her short pixie while Solo lets her curls loose.
They're both so beautiful and eager to go.
"I promise it's gone be good. It's gone be fun. Everything good." Kelly reassures a nervous Solange.
Kelly chuckles and smiles a bit when Solange untenses a bit to playfully punch her shoulder.
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After saying the code word, Kelly hangs onto Solange's wrist to help her into the club. It's immediately the most live setting.
They have a bar area right at the entrance and the main area to dance and then stairs leading up to the bathrooms. It's small but not a big deal. It's so appealing anyways.
Solange's face lights up seeing she doesn't really have to hide here.
"Kelz, c'mon!"
"You don't want drinks?!" Kelly shouts over the loud music.
"Nah, I wanna dance."
Solo grabs Kelly and swings her around. All of the 2005 classics playing loudly throughout the place.
They dance obnoxiously without a care in the world. The place smells like a bodega, full of cheap perfumes, body oils, bamboo earrings, denim outfits, caps, everything.
It's when Solange sees a gay male couple kiss openly and comfortably that she really allows herself to live up on her girlfriend.
"What?" Kelly is shocked at how all over her Solange is is at the moment.
Solange just connects their lips together. A long passionate loving kiss, nothing scary or hasty. She's savoring her woman in public.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Solange doesn't even move her lips away even slightly.
When they were younger, they'd gone to a house party with Beyoncé. They were in highschool and Beyoncé's friendgroup threw a party. Solange plotted a way to sneak into the party (Beyoncé had been mean and didn't invite her at all), and they locked themselves in Onika's room, one of Beyoncé's friends. They'd taken advantage of the fact that Onika had rich parents so she had a 40 inch tv in her room in front of her bed. They put on some movies and cuddled with eachother, occasionally sneaking food and drink from the party downstairs.
They used to go all out to sneak around and be with eachother. Now they don't. It's taking a lot of getting used to.
Kelly traces circles on Solange's waistlines with her finger as she just holds her. They've long forgotten about the music playing at this point.
Kelly's mind wanders quite a bit. At the thought of forever being with Solange whether the law permits them to marry or not. She imagines buying a home with her, like an actual house after they are done with college expenses. She imagines having dinner ready or Solange having dinner ready after work. She imagines having a whole backyard area to plant flowers in so she can pluck one and give it to Solange. Solange loves sunflowers. Like the long tall obnoxious ones.
Kelly moves some of Solange's hair out the way and they move well off the dance floor. They settle in some empty bar seats.
Kelly's hands settle at Solange's waist protectively.
She likes it here, she doesn't feel alone.
"Want to get sum to drink?"
They are 19 and 20. This whole ordeal of the club even being open is illegal.
Almost on cue they are slid some drinks by the bartender.
"Thank you."
Corona Lites. They start drinking hesitantly.
Solange kisses Kelly hard as hell right as the bartender is asking if they want to have slices of lime and salted rims.
"Oh—-"
________ Thoughts? This might be my new favorite pairing.
*skip this note I just wanna vent real bad*
So I have a black father and a nonblack mother. I was gonna go to the bath room because I have the shits and I needed help cleaning something up and my mom in her exact words said "her race is so damn loud and dramatic". I'm just so mf annoyed rt now. Like I was having a perfect day until that happened. And then on top of that she along with her side of the family who shoot micro aggressions towards me abt being black have me so mf ing tired. They get mad at me for claiming my black side when I am black. Also yesterday I took out my feed in braids that have been in for a little over a month. And my mother was displeased with my natural hair and said it "wasnt brushed" because I flat twisted the front and left the back curly and basically my fro. My hair is type 4a and 4b and growing up her side of the family permed my hair until I had no choice but to cut it off because the heat damage all of that straightening and perming gave me. My mother specifically has been working my mf nerves for YEARS but now I feel like any day now I'm gonna pack my shit and just take off. You'd think your own family wouldn't speak to you like this or do grimy ass shit. Oh— and she doesn't defend me when her side of the family microaggresses towards me. Like I said I just needed to vent but I'm annoyed as hell rt now.
