Feb 28 | 17:27
"Who's not going on vacation? Huh?", India held her hand to her ear, talking to Booka.
He smacked his lips, waving her off, leaning on his suitcase. "When can we go inside?".
"Wait nigga, damn", Durk fumbled with the keys, trying them all to see which one unlocked the main door.
He was about to say something but was cut off when his suitcase rolled along the floor making him fall. Holding his head, he hissed, "MY HEADD!".
Muwop walked up to him, dragging him up, "This nigga always doing sum'. Why couldn't we leave him?".
"You wanted to leave me Marcus?", Booka held his hand to his chest, acting offended.
Muwop didn't bother to reply back and went back next to Denae.
Jemima stood with her arms wrapped around Dayvon's waist as he held a strong hold around her shoulders.
She kept herself as close as she could to his body, as it gave off his body heat, since it was a little cold outside and Durk had them standing there for at least ten minutes.
"Somebody else get that shit open gang", his chest vibrated next to Jemima's head as he spoke.
"Gimme that shit", Louie snatched the keys and searched for the one that had the same letters on the key and the door.
"It said on them bitches which one", Durk looked around confused as Louie unlocked the door.
Everyone walked in, finally glad they could relax after their travels.
"So, what's the move tonight then?", Denae asked, as everyone brought in their bags.
"We should just go to eat or something. Not too much since we just arrived", India suggested making everyone nod in agreement.
"Let's get our rooms first then we can get get ready", India instructed everyone and they all complied, walking upstairs.
Booka ran past everyone, almost tripping, "IM GETTING THE MASTER BEDROOM".
"No, we is", Muwop argued, along with Durk and Louie.
They all paused at the top of the stairs to bicker while Von grabbed Jemima's hand and led her to the bottom of the hallway.
"How they gon' get inside the room with no key", he pulled out the key from his back pocket and unlocked the door to the biggest bedroom.
Jemima laughed, closing the door behind her, "How did you even get that? Your a criminal foreal".
"Ay, I'm a law abiding citizen", he kept a straight face as he spoke and Jemima raised her eyebrows at him.
"Tell me why I saw on Instagram, someone put all of your mugshots into, like, one collage", she paused as she stiffled a laugh, "Your dreads was hell".
"I've always been a sexy nigga. What is you saying?", he turned to the full body mirror, rubbing his non existent beard and checking himself out.
