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WESTSIDE TILL I DIE!!
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august 1992, los angeles, california 11:01 P.M
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HE LAID EYES on her as soon as she walked in. She was so fucking sexy and really sparkly for some reason. The chandeliers perfectly picked up on the shimmers of her dress and he'd never seen glitter look so good on anyone. The hot pink of her dress only fueled his attraction to her but he'd have a feeling that she'd look good in any color. She was the type of woman to still look good in a trash bag,
"Yo, what are you looking at?" Dre asked,
He looked back over to him and shook his head, "Nothing."
"Nah, you were most definitely looking at something." He laughed and playfully shoved him,
He looked back at her now having a more clear view, "It ain't even like that."
He'd seen plenty of girls just like her. Plenty of girls just looking for a good time and nothing more. All equally as empty and boring as they were tempting and beautiful. But for tonight, none of that really mattered to him because she just looked too good. It wasn't how much he could contrast her from all the others that made her attractive to him anyways,
"I ain't never said that it was. I just asked what you were looking at but maybe I should've asked who instead." Dre laughed and playfully hit Pac on the shoulder,
He barely paid attention to what Dre was saying. His eyes were still on her even as one of her friends left. Her complexion basked under the yellowish light of the mansion. He wondered just what she was doing to get it that luminous, maybe it was shea butter. He was so tempted to touch her and find out,
