𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 | 𝐕𝐎𝐍.

two

november 21.
later in the day.

𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝟸. - - 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧
• Las Vegas, Nevada.

symere chewed onto his gum, it was round 1 a.m. he had a pounding headache his throat was dry, he was to damn high to even think.

his body felt sluggishly, he was hot then he had a cold flash.

to many people were passing him liquor bottles back to back and drugs he didn't have no business doing.

he wanted to be underneath someone. dayvon to be honest but he didn't have no chance with the man, he was considering about taking jamell advice.

he didn't know where jamell was but his friend said he was going to be back, he was just wanted to go home.

"aye. whats yo name?" an light skin male with blue dreads and elegant brown eyes questioned, tapping symere thigh.

causing symere to look up with low red hooded orbs, "s-symere." he spoke lowly before clearing his dry throat.

"word. you want me to get you sum drink, i'm jahseh."

symere instantly shook his head to jahseh offer, "i'm o-okay." he stuttered.

"you want me to take you home den? cuz you look uncomfortable."

symere shook his head and slouched down into his seat and looked at the stripper who was walking by, she had a fat ass and nice body like his.

he didn't know why jahseh was asking him so question, he just to be left alone til jamell got back. he was hoping that his friend was safe, he would got look for him but he felt like he was going to pass out soon or later.

"you want dat?" he laughed before sitting down beside symere. "no i'm to shyy, she wouldn't want me." he giggled before he began to crackle up with his hand on his face as tears came to his eyes.

jahseh only shook his head. "you a goof, how old you is?"

symere eyes went up to the ceiling and a silly grin plastered on his face as his mouth was a little open and he thought about his age, "shit bout 22."

"so you 21?" he asked, closing symere mouth for him, he knew the boy the high off his ass. he didn't want him to look like a fool in public.