𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝟬𝟮𝟱.

𝐎𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 POV
📍ATL – GA📍

"Des, my dawg, that's fa sho! We won't fall out bout shit!" Brooklyn, wasted, wrapped her arm around Des's shoulder, rapping Lil Baby's Freestyle lyrics.

"Specially not bout no bitch!" Destiny who was only slightly tipsy, because she was going to be the driver home— joined into her best friend rapping.

"Me & Nova get them loads!" Brooklyn kept going, with her other arm embracing her other best friend, Nova.

We let 'em go for the low
I got my hood in control
I got my left wrist on froze
I got my right wrist on froze
I got my necklace on froze
Both of my ears on froze

"I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple!" Nova rapped, rocking back and forth with the rhythm they had set.

"If she won't fuck, I won't make her!" Trey, who was overly drunk, joined them too. "I don't like bitches with makeup!"

"If she want titties, I pay for 'emmm!" Brooklyn smiled & seductively caressed her breasts in the tight-fitted beige jumpsuit that just-so hugged her smooth, brown, tattooed skin perfectly.

She paired the look with a cropped jean jacket, her tan Gucci Slides. Lastly, she completed the outfit with her beige—Gucci Rose crossbody bag.

Seven watched Brooklyn from the opposite side of the VIP area they had reserved for the night, leaning his back against the couch. His bottom lip pulled into his mouth, from noticing his private area hardening just by looking at her.

He insisted on observing her while she enjoyed her time with her friends even though he was feeling like he wanted to do certain things to her right now.

She had that impact on him, but he wasn't sure if it was due to the shots also.

"Layyy— Take another shottt!" Des called out towards Malayah, over all the loud music playing—with another clear bottle of Casamigos.

Malayah was nearly passed out on the couch, in Kamari's lap.

"I'm uppp!" Malayah rose quickly but instantly fell back down when she felt weak & lightheaded.

After regaining her strength, she opened her mouth and let Des to pour a shot into her mouth, then scrunched her face up—feeling that burning sensation down her throat.

"Perioddd!" All the girls screamed in sync, while Malayah laid upside with her head hanging off the couch and her legs at the top.

"Oh my, goshhhh! Baeeee— Where have you been? I missed youuu!" Brooklyn placed herself into Seven's lap, embracing his neck with her arms.

"Word?" Seven replied, since the last thing he remembered from their previous interaction—hours ago—was her being mad at him over something petty.

"Mhmm." After talking in his ear & drawing his face closer to her breast, she gave him gentle kisses on his earlobe.

Brooklyn wasn't helping Seven's issue because that only made him more eager & stimulated than before.