SLIM SHADY || Eminem ✔️ [HIATUS]

ONE

The music was loud, the aura colorful, and the smell was horrendous. Sweat, weed, alcohol, all the shit you could think of. But that didn't stop the girl from blasting the most graphic rap her friends have made, throughout the whole club.

Gin and Juice was bouncing off the walls. The 80 year old women in town were pry loving the world at the moment. Unbeknownst to the sweaty young adults, Snoop himself was lurking in the dark, getting blasted while watching his DJ play his songs. Nobody knew who she was other than the boys she worked for.

The music started transitioning to Straight Outta Compton, and damn, were these people getting down to it. For the short, sweet looking girl she was, she sure had style. In both clothes and music. She smirked, looking out at everybody. Oh, the fun she had being a DJ.

Her eyes wandered across all the people, some of them definitely had fake ID's. But who was she to judge? She's not any better. The blue eyes that belonged to the girl, landed on a man that was walking in. She groaned, knowing her time was up, and that it was her que to leave with the stoned man in the corner.

The new DJ walked over to her and flashed the most shit eating smirk she's ever seen, "Aye, it's my girl! Hale Sawyer! How's the DJ life like, Sawyer?"

Hale smiled back, and although she had no intent to keep the conversation up, she did respond out of kindness, "Pretty fucking good. What about you, Chump?"

"As good as it gets, I'm glad your doing good. I'm gonna take over though, hope you don't mind." He laughed.

The girl smiled and raised her hands up, taking the headphones off her head and handing them to the arrogant man. His greedy hands snatched them from her delicate ones and he turned away, putting them on.

She scoffed and walked off stage, shaking hands with a few people that were drunk off their minds and thought she herself were Snoop Dogg, "Thank you, yeah. It's a tough job being Snoop."

As she walked out back, an arm wrapped around her body, walking alongside her. "Nice fucking music, Sawyer. I think I've heard it somewhere."

She hummed, "Yeah, I don't know."

Snoop laughed and handed her a lit smoke. She was about to take a drag when it hit her who passed it, "Oh hell no, Snoop. I've got no clue what is laced in this."

The gangster gave a look of hurt, snagging it back and taking another hit. The two of them walked in silence, cracking a few jokes here and there.