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Especially that night, Los Angeles was hot. The bohemian life at the end was an outlet to ease some of this heat. A good wine, a barbecue, and acoustic music were just perfect.

Onika and Lauren were already occupying their reserve while waiting for Rihanna, drinking what would be the fifth glass of wine, and the atmosphere was submerged by friendly jokes and loose laughter. They had a good time, and it was inevitable that they would not have fun together. The rapper could not resist laughing as she watched Lauren flirt with every living thing that crossed her path. She had brazenly flirted with the manager and personally handed over her private number to one of the fans who identified them at the table. And it was exactly this spontaneity that won Nicki over.

"Lau, stop giving your number to every nigga you see! After, you'll sit there regretting all the shit you do."

"Bitch, please" Lauren smiled into her cup. "Now you're the one lecturing me, huh?"

"You look like a hoe, it seems that instead of going to your head, this wine is going to your pussy" Onika teases, as she goes to look up Rih's number in her contacts.

"Drink your wine quietly there, dyke" Lauren fires off.

Onika raises her gaze and threatens to retort, but is automatically cut off by the new presence spilling into the chairs.

"Hi, bitchessss." Rihanna says as soon as she rests her purse. "Sorry for the wait, I had something unforeseen."

Automatically Onika and Lauren look at each other visibly curious. "The unforeseen thing called suckling hubby" Lauren says.

Rihanna's face turns red as she listens. "Nah, girls, stop it." The singer removes her overcoat and arms it on the chair behind her. "After all, Drake isn't even home. He's traveling with his mother"

"So you were fucking Katy" Onika replies, and Lauren raises her hand expecting the rapper to bump his hand into hers.

Rih rolls her eyes laughing. "Honestly...you guys don't miss anything, huh?!"

"The voice of the people is the voice of God, and if it's on the internet it's because it's true." Lauren's voice comes out a bit muddled to the amusement of the girls.

"Lau, be quiet." Rih winks, and Nicki smiles at how well the trio works.

Despite all the indecision to choose their order, and soon after 2 more rounds, it's enough for the ethyl power to kick in quickly. Onika grabs her cell phone and pulls her friends close for a photo. Broad smiles, tousled hair, and red cheeks are seen in the photo.

"God, we are so hot. Look at that." Rihanna says, zooming the photo with her middle and index finger.

Lauren nods. "I would blow you guys for real."

"But weren't you the one who was straight?" Onika asks falsely suspicious.

"For the friendship, you know?"

Nicki and Rih cheer, a little too loudly to attract the attention of some people at the nearby table. Among one of them, there is a specific man who fixes his eyes for more than enough time on Onika. A warm and dangerous gaze. But that same gaze bounces back and forth, as Nicki herself easily ignores the stranger's attempt.

"That guy is eating you with his eyes" Rihanna whispers quietly.

Onika pays little attention as she replies. "I know."