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IRISH LIANE GRINSTEAD LA, CALIFORNIA| AUGUST 29 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗁𝖾𝟪𝟢𝗌－𝟫𝟢𝗌
Music blasted through the club that reeked of sluts and dirty money. Naked women danced on their respective poles as ballers ogled at their beautiful bodies. There was only about a handful of people who were really paying attention to the strippers, and those were the ones who planned on taking one home with them. Everyone else was there enjoying the ghetto fabulousness of the party.
Irish sat in the middle of her posse of men with a smirk on her face and a red solo cup in hand. They sat in the back of the club and swarmed the DJ area. Irish threw the best parties, and she knew it. This party was crawling with celebrities and high-profile common folk and everyone was dancing. The most sadity and stuck-up of celebrities came to her parties and let loose.
Cameras were everywhere too, as MTV was collecting footage for their newest 702 segment with Irish as the host. A camera got into her sweaty face, surrounded by guys who immediately repped their sets and smiled showing their blinged-out teeth. She pushed the hair out of her face as she gave the camera a close-up, screaming over the music.
"AIN NO PARTY LIKE A 702 CAUSE A 702 DONT STOP" she yelled before wildly licking the camera lens making the man behind it laugh. He then disappeared into the crowd leaving Irish to dance with her friends.
"Yo Clu, I thought you said yo twin and sister nem was pullin up" Chris yelled in her ear making her smack her teeth and duck away from him. "Damn loc, I can hear you regularly" she spat, holding her ear with a look of disgust. He scoffed and pushed her shoulder. "I forgot you had ears like a damn dog."
"Yeah, fuck you." She laughed, waving him off. "And they is coming. They hear already" she informed. Chris gave her a really look with his lips pursed to the side. "And how would you know?" He questioned, not believing her.
Irish didn't bother responding, the warmth she began to feel in her heart was enough of an answer, besides, he wouldn't get it. Surely enough within the next few seconds her sister, twin, and bandmate entered the venue.
She laughed seeing their surprised faces as they were bombarded by the MTV camera crew who followed them with their bright lights. Meelah was the newest edition, and far more shy than the rest of them. She said a word or two smiling and her deep dimples popped out with her perfect dark brown skin glistening. Misha was hyping up whatever Orish was saying with a wide smile as they danced in the camera, greeting people as they walked through.
"Damn, yo folks are here" Chris muttered, watching the girls make their way over to the section. Meelah was the first to approach, desperately trying to escape the sea of people. She bent over to hug Irish, who gently kissed her cheek and patted her butt. "Hey Lah, you liking the party?" Irish asked the girl whose lips folded in making her dimples deeper than what they already were.
