receptive | kv

two : wine and whines.

two | WINE AND WHINES.

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   "It ain't gon' be no Mrs. Powers if he don't stop playing wit me." Jayda frowns. Her favorite thing to do is threat she'll shut all wedding production down to herself and her friends. She was a lie and she knew it because God himself is going to have to object at her ceremony to stop her from tying the knot with Keith. And even then she'll still have to consider, she loved the hell out of him.

   Her hands are full with a bottle of wine and three glasses. This mini sleep over is exactly what she needed. Whenever Keith rejects her, she runs to her best friends like they're her groupies. They're the only ones who are close enough to what she feels for him. It's like they plug in the hole in her heart whenever Keith rips a piece of it out. She knows it's not purposely and it's all because of his funky ass job, but still.

   She wants her man and she wants him now. It's no reason a soon to be bride should be emotional about not seeing her man. There's going to be enough of not seeing one another the actual wedding day and she doesn't know if she even wants to do that! The rule is going to have to be bent fucking with Jayda.

   But for now, Destiny and Chalynn were enough to get her warm when he wasn't able to.

   "Shut the fuck up." Dess cuts her eye at her.  She's adjusting the mini fort they've made in Jayda's living room. That's if putting a bunch of pretty pillows and fluffy blankets on the floor in an elegant way was considered a fort.

   "I'm serious." Jayda moves to sit down on a pillow criss cross applesauce style. The curls loosely pinned on her head bounce when she does so. "Hurry up, Lay."

   The mocha skinned girl sucks her teeth. "Bitch, you could've helped." Chalynn spits at Jayda while she juggles a homemade margherita pizza and a snack board. She walks with caution from the kitchen and prays tomato sauce doesn't land on her white pedicured feet.

   "And we all know you stuck to that nigga like Elmer's." Chalynn snickers. She finally gets to the living room and sets the food down on Jayda's coffee table that they moved up a little for extra room to have their cute set up.

   "Akeke." Jayda mimicks when Destiny joins in on the laughter. "Y'all ain't bout to get no wine."

   She watches them scram for the glasses like moths to a flame once she says that. Mmm, Jayda thought they were comedians. What happened to all the laughing since they wanted to be Key and Peele and shit? It's crickets now.

   Chalynn blows a breath from her lips and Destiny clutches the glass tight with a mug, opening her frowned mouth to speak. "Yeah the fuck alright."

   Jayda smiles with a roll of her eyes. She toys with the opening of the Terre De Saint Louis rosé. It was one of her favorite cheap wines and she didn't even know she had it in the back of her pantry. It's exactly what she needed. She would've loved if it was a red, but white will do just fine.

   "Hmm." She hums when the bottle is opened, wanting to pour her sisters up first. Dess puts hers out and reaches behind her to grab  Chalynn's from her so the poor girl doesn't have to lean over the two of them.

   Jayda topped them off with hella wine. If she could fill it to the brim for them without spillage she definitely would've. After she's poured for them she looks at where the alcohol has stopped and contemplates for a second. Emphasis on for a second because she's pressing the opening of the bottle to her plush lips and welcoming the beverage that way. To hell with that glass.

   "Jayda!" Chalynn grumbles. "Girl what if we wanna refill?"

   Jayda flattens her face in a "Really?" manner. They've been friends for a very long time and she'd like to think they were passed the no drinking or eating off of one another heebie jeebies. For christ's sake they've seen each other pussy and naked form. Apologies lord.