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NAOMI SAINT September 21st, 2024 " NENE , NAMI "
"Fuck it up, it's yo birthday." Played as Naomi followed behind Horace into the club. Naomi wore a short leather dress, her hair in a ponytail. Today was Horace's twenty third birthday and of course he was celebrating it at a strip. He managed to pull Naomi out of her dorm to bring her along. They were currently in his side of the city, where Trevon kept away from.
"Here, loosen up Nami." Horace's sister passed her a shot as he let go of her hand. Naomi looked at him for approval before downing the shot. "Oo." Naomi shook the liquor off as she picked up the chaser on the table. Horace laughed at her reaction to the drink, "Been a minute huh?" He asked with low red eyes making her nod, hiding her face using the canned drink.
The club was dimly lit, neon lights casting a colorful glow on everything. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. Naomi could feel the bass of the music vibrating through her body as she looked around, taking in the lively atmosphere. Dancers moved gracefully on stage, and patrons crowded around, throwing bills into the air. Naomi felt slightly out of place but was determined to make the best of the night.
Horace and his friends led Naomi to a VIP booth. They were greeted with more drinks and a variety of substances she was too polite to refuse. As the night wore on, Naomi found herself loosening up more and more, dancing with Horace and his friends, laughing and enjoying the moment. The alcohol made her feel light, and the heavy beat of the music pulsed through her veins.
After a while, Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Horace's sister handing her another drink.
"Come on, birthday boy wants you to join him for another round!" she shouted over the music. Naomi smiled and nodded, following her back to the booth where Horace was sitting.
"Come on, Nami, one mo!" Horace cheered, already visibly intoxicated. Naomi hesitated but then took the shot glass he offered. They clinked glasses, and she downed the shot, feeling the warmth spread through her chest. Horace then pulled her in, grabbing her throat, kissing her. The night continued in a blur of dancing, laughing, and drinking.
