"Happy birthday!" My best friend, Solayne wrapped her arms tightly around me once I blew out my candles.
The biggest smile spread across her beautiful face as she kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks bookie." I told her as my mom went to grab a knife to cut my cake.
"Now that you're officially 21, it's time to party!" Solayne began clapping her hands as she bounced on her feet.
I raised an eyebrow at her.
"Girl, no. I gotta work in the mornin." I dismissed her with a wave of my hand.
But Solayne wasn't taking no as an answer.
"Nigga please, you don't gotta be at work til twelve. And come on! You can finally buy your first drink." She rolled her eyes as she took a seat next to me.
"It ain't even my first drink, I been drinkin since I was fourteen." I reminded her and she just shook her head at me.
Solayne has been my best friend since middle school, we don't have some cliche ass story as to how we became friends.
None of us was gettin bullied.
Neither of us was fuckin on the same nigga.
And we didnt get paired up in a group project.
We both grew up in the same neighborhood, knew the same people and was always bumpin into each other.
Eventually we got close and when I woke up one mornin she announced herself as my best friend.
"Goin out for a night won't kill you, girl." Mom said as she walked into the dining room makin Solayne give me a look.
I rolled my eyes and took the knife, beginning to cut my cake.
"Mom, who's side are you on? Like for real."
I gave my Mom and Solayne a slice since ion even like cake.
"Im on the side of you havin a good time in yo twenties."
I picked up my phone, ignoring both my mama and best friend as I checked the time.
It was eleven and almost time for my ass to head home.
"Alright, whatever. I need to head on home." I stood up from the chair I was sitting on and grabbed my purse.
"Please, just one drink that's all." Solayne was at my side pleading like a little girl.
Taking a deep breath, I stared at her.
Into her big brown eyes, that were begging me to just go with her.
Not even gon lie, if Layne was gay like me I'd fuck the shit outta her.
But she's straighter than a pencil.
"Okay, fine." I gave in and she squealed while clapping.
"Great, now let's get you pretty."
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An hour and thirty minutes later we were leaving my mothers house and heading to a nearby club.
Im not gonna hold you, I look fine as fuck but Im not a big fan of all this makeup.
Like yea, ion like my natural face that much but some mascara and lipgloss wouldve been fine.
"I'm only doin one drink Solayne, so don't get too happy now." I reminded her, she rolled her eyes at me.
"Whatever, Ebony." She waved me off before turnin up the music.
SexyRedd was playin and that shit always gets her hype.
"I'm lookin for the hoes!" Solayne shouted as she began twerkin in her seat.
I laughed out loudly at her as I began rapping the lyrics with her.
Some time later we arrived at the club and we got out, walkin to that long ass line of people.
"You know ion do long ass lines like this." I told her, but she grabbed my arm.
"Just shut up fo a minute."
We walked up to one of the bouncers where she started flirting and I just rolled my eyes while looking elsewhere.
Soon after we were allowed inside, the other people in line gettin mad.
"Girl, I know you not fuckin him." I said, gesturing towards the bouncer.
"I got a nigga for everythin I want and need." She shrugged and I followed her to the bar.
"One margarita." I ordered.
"I'll have four tequila shots please." Solayne ordered and then turned around leanin her back against the counter.
I stood next to her and we watched all the drunk people stumble and dance all over the place.
"I need me a man." Solayne said and I looked at her.
"You got like twenty of em." I joked and she laughed, gently punchin my arm.
"You right, but nah like someone to come home to. Ya know?" She looked at me and I nodded.
I would love to cook dinner for someone's daughter, be the perfect little wife.
I want that, but I learned a long ass time ago that aint nothin but a fantasy.
And im done chasin fantasies.
"Oh, our drinks." Solayne turned around and grabbed two of her shots and passed me one.
"To turnin twenty-one." She raised her glass and I raised mine as well.
"To turnin twenty-one." At the same time we downed our shots and she took her other one.
"Im finna dance, you comin?" I shook my head.
"Nah ima sip on my drink and then we're outta here, i swear." She was already walkin off before I finished my sentence.
I sat down on the stool and swirled my straw around my drink.
"Dont drink that shit." Before I could even lean in to take a sip, a rough voice was in my ear and my drink was bein snatched.
"Yo, what the fuck?" I spun around to a fuckin stud with my drink in her hand.
She was fine too, but also had a feminine prettyness.
Her dreads fell down to her shoulders, one side of black and the other was a crimson red.
She wore all black with a gold chain around her neck, I looked her up and down but from the frown that was on my face she couldn't tell I was lowkey checkin her out.
"That nigga spiked yo drink, now if you wanna be a dumbass and not believe me then fine. Drink it, but i aint gon feel guilty when yo ass can't remember what the fuck happened to yo ass."
My jaw was on the floor.
Now, I grew up in the hood but I never had somebody talk to me like that. Not even a bitch I had beef with.
I wasn't about to fight with her fine ass though, ion play bout my drinks gettin fucked with but she was way too aggressive wit it.
I ended up flipping her off and I got off the stool, searchin for my best friend so we could get the fuck outta here.
My night was ruined and I was pissed and ready to take my ass home.
