𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐧 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮 were enjoying your last night out in Detroit before heading back to LA tomorrow. He didn't seem too happy though, surrounded by loud ass bitches tryna holla', corny ass niggas, and you blowing hookah smoke in his god damn face.
But whatever makes you happy, ey?
"Tre, baby you good?" you asked, scooting closer to him. You could tell this lightened his mood as he immediately wrapped his arm around you, placing a hand on your bare thigh. "Shit, I'm coolin' you wit ya girls n shit" he stated in his calm mellow voice. "Mkay, I'm just checkin. I'll be right back tho, I'm bouta go order a bottle for us." you smiled.
