*DAVE'S POV* "How do I look in this shit? I ain't used to dressing all fancy and shit. I'm so used to my hood nigga attire."
I asked as I was standing in front of Bashar and Shooter, trying to get their opinion on my first official fancy look.
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"You actually don't look that bad, my nigga. You still look like Dave, just in a fancier outfit than usual."
Bashar said as he shrugged, exhaling the blunt he was smoking. Shooter nodded in agreement to Bashar's statement.
"Big facts. You look sharp, though. You don't look so excited to go to this party."
"I ain't, for real. I be tryna make it work with Symphony, but she been working my last damn nerves lately. Like I can't stand being around her most of the time anymore. Why you think it's been six years, and I never even moved in with her yet?"
"Well, to be fair, yah ain't even solid. Yah steady going back and forth. I'm so glad me and Mariah ain't like that."
After Bashar said that, that's when Symphony walked into the room with that hideous ass dress on.
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(A/N: LMAOOOOO😹😹😹)
"How do I look?"
Not even five seconds later, Bashar and Shooter started laughing their asses off. I swear, if she doesn't embarrass me enough, she always finds a way.
"I told you to bring that stupid shit back! That shit looks hideous as hell, Symphony!"
"I thought you were joking!"
"Why would I be joking about that?!"
"Oh, god! The party literally starts in an hour, I can't go like this!"
