𝐍𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋.

VI.

𝓢𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒
[ weds... june 13th '10:32 PM']
Taboo Nighclub

"Sex ain't... the only thing that's on my mind
but you get me so excited.
Irreplaceable, tattoos from your neck dropped down to your ankles..."

"YOU GOOD?" Lyric quizzed Symone, studying her body language longer than usual. It was a busy night even though it was a Wednesday, it was vacation and everyone was having fun.

The girls were all wearing black laced outfits that were coordinated by Saylor, who had a love for making sure they all looked their best.

Each of them was dressed in black lace, a look that was a mix of lingerie and club wear, drawing attention as they moved through the crowd. Symone's outfit hugged her curves in all the right places, the delicate lace teasing hints of skin underneath, while her long, flowing ginger hair added an extra touch of glamour.

She was perfectly fine. The ground haven't been there for more than fifteen minutes and the group was spreaded out amongst wherever their heart took them.

Lyric, Symone, Rilo, and Saylor all matched, their black lace outfits equally stunning, The trio sitting at the bar that was closest to their section, watching the crowd dance and move on the dance floor.

"I'm good," She finally responded, taking a sip of her margarita, that was sitting on a colorful coaster that the bartender had extended to her. "Are you good?" She asked after watching her take down her third shot.

"I'm perfectly fine. I'm enjoying my night out, away from that crazy house," She chuckled as she turned her spinning bar stool back to the bartender, a tatted darksin woman with dimples for days and white teeth to prove that God had favorites.

"Rum and Coke, please?" Lyric smiled at the woman.

"Comin' up." The woman smiled back, getting started on her drink.

Symone swiveled back towards her friends, as she twirled the hookah hose between her fingers before taking a deep puff, the flavored smoke filling her lungs and adding to the mellow vibe she was starting to settle into. After exhaling, she passed the hose over to Lyric, who was watching her with an amused expression.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Lyric said, taking a puff herself.

Symone laughed, shaking her head. "And you're the one getting me drunk and high. Damn, at least take a girl out on a date first."

Lyric burst into laughter, almost choking on the smoke as she passed the hose to Rilo. "You know I'd treat you right, boo," she teased, blowing a kiss to her. "But for now, this'll have to do."

"Shit, I'll take it," Rilo chimed in with a grin, taking a long drag from the hookah before letting out a cloud of smoke.

The three of them laughed together, the moment easing any lingering tension. The bartender slid Lyric's drink in front of her with a smile, and Lyric lifted the glass in a small toast. "To a night away from the madness," she said, clinking her glass with Symone and Rilo's drinks.