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aug 11
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"It's time to send out the invites. I already know this is finna be lit as fuck," Tray said, his face lit up with excitement as he started blasting out invites on Instagram. He was targeting all the famous people, the influencers, the ones who'd make sure everyone knew about the grand opening of the club. This was his moment, and he was going all in.
I watched him work, nodding in approval. "I need to tell Jade about it, so she and her friends can come through."
"Yeah, you definitely should," Tray replied with a chuckle, glancing up from his phone. "You know she's gonna bring the whole vibe with her."
I grinned, already imagining Jade and her girls pulling up, looking like they owned the place. That's one thing I loved about her—wherever she went, she made sure all eyes were on her and her crew. I pulled out my phone, typing up a quick message to let her know what was going down.
Just as I hit send, Ace walked through the door, his presence filling up the room like always. "Wassup, y'all?" he said, dapping us up as he made his way in.
"What's the word?" Tray asked, leaning back in his chair, his blunt dangling from his fingers.
"Oh, nun. Just spreading the word about the club, you know. Gotta make sure everybody and their mama knows where to be on the 18th," Ace replied, smirking as he took a seat on the couch.
"Facts," I agreed, leaning against the wall. "This spot gon' be the new wave. Everybody finna pull up."
Tray nodded, blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Man, this club is about to change everything. We got the spot, the vibe, and now we just need the right people to show up. Ain't no way this ain't gonna be the biggest thing to hit the city in a minute."
Ace laughed, pulling out his phone. "I already got a list of folks who said they down. And trust, these ain't no regulars. We talking big names, the type that get people talking."
"Good looks," I said, nodding in appreciation. "This gotta be perfect. Ain't no room for errors."
Tray flicked ash off his blunt, his eyes serious. "You know I got this. Everything's set. Just gotta make sure folks show up, spend money, and keep coming back. That's how we stay on top."
The room fell into a comfortable silence as we all soaked in the moment. The anticipation was building, and I could feel the energy buzzing between us. This wasn't just a club opening—it was a power move. Something that could put us on a whole new level.
