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"But like...it shouldn't be that many people to be honest." Your friend said from the bedroom and all you can do was hum in response while finishing up the lip combo. Applying the last thing you needed to do, which was the lip gloss, your best friend walked into the bathroom with a smile but that immediately dropped as her eyes looked you up and down. "The fuck are you wearing?"
"Bitch, clothes." You snickered to yourself not understanding why she was questioning you.
"I said the dress code was all black," Your eyes looked at her and her outfit seeing she wasn't even in black her damn self and was in gray.
"You not even in black."
"Girl, it don't apply to me." She huffed and left the bathroom and you shrugged not really caring. She told you to wear black but she wasn't even in black so why should you listen to her? Your outfit you had on was already fine as hell paired with the Boho braids in your head and the way you did your makeup.
She walked back in holding a black two piece designer set and you rolled your eyes with a simple head shake. "Hm, put this on. This cute by the way, you should let me hold this,"
"Girl, please. I look fine as is. Plus, you ain't even say who's album release party we going to anyways,"
"Don't worry about it."
"Uhn-uhn. I'm not going to no rappers album release party so tell me now,"
"No. Now come on, it's 'bout to be eleven and it already started." She spoke leaving you standing there in the bathroom of your hotel room.
You would definitely liked to know who's party you were going to but since you were already dress and looking damn good while doing so, it was no use in just taking off a good outfit and not having anyone look at you.
So you just sucked your teeth and grabbed your phone, and exited the hotel room with your best friend making your way downstairs to the lobby. "You ordered a uber?" You questioned her and she shook her head, eyes glued to her phone texting whoever and last you check, she didn't have a nigga so who was she talking to? "So how we getting there?"
Before she got to answer, the two of you stepped outside where a Black Escalade was already waiting with a sticker on it letting you know it was in fact not an Uber but more-so a car that someone had ordered for the two of you for tonight.
"Aight, seriously. Where the fuck are we going?"
"Anybody tell you, you ask too much questions? Damn, get in the car,"
