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⌗ ❛ 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ₿ ♩ !¡ ' ⌗ ❛ 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ␈ ♪ ?¿ ' ⌗ ❛ ₿. !¡ 🩻 ' Strippers slowly crowded our section for the night, and it was annoying as hell. I was already tipsy and high at the same time, scrollin' through my phone, when some random girl came up to me.
"Heey," she waved, smellin' like ten cans of straight bounce dat ass—respectfully.
I scrunched up my face and ignored her.
"I know you hear me, Jenny," she said. That's when I snapped my head back real quick. "What the hell you just call me?"
"Jenny?" She looked confused, but I was ready to lose it.
I took a deep breath 'cause I was real close to swingin'. "Get out my face, real talk," I said.
"Huh?"
"Bitch, I said get out ma face!" I snapped, louder this time. She scrunched her face up, so I plugged my nose.
"You already smell like under the sea, now get the fuck on!" I got up and moved away from her stank-ass self.
I stepped outside tryna get away from everything. I needed fresh air after bein' in there for a good hour. I pulled out my lighter and pre-rolled blunt, lit it, and took a hit. Held it in my lungs a minute before doin' a ghost.
Just as I was chillin', I saw this fine-ass female walk out the club, headin' to her car. We locked eyes for a quick second, then she smiled my way before gettin' in. I smiled back, but I felt like I looked real creepy.
A few minutes later, I noticed my blunt was almost done. That same girl got out her car and started walkin' toward the club door again.
"Hey," I called out.
She looked over, smilin'. "Hey," she said, flashin' her pearly whites.
"You mad pretty, just had to let you know," I said, lickin' my lips.
She smiled harder, and I couldn't help but smile back even more.
"Ain't you dat one stud?" she asked.
"How you know?" I raised an eyebrow.
"'Cause I'm one of the strippers performin' for y'all tonight," she said, chuckling.
