The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland

Upon entering the party with her arm interlocked with Kisses' and an entourage behind her, Syara was immediately overwhelmed.

That was to be expected, however, she was the type of person to take her time to warm up to things. Currently, she had her finger directly on the trigger of her pistol.

Her friends were a little too used to parties. They weren't as excessive as Syara with her paranoid stares around the room, they were more relaxed, glancing around their surroundings as they walked in.

Kisses was already moving her hips to the blaring music, her hold on Syara tightening as she pulled her toward an area off to the side of the party.

She knew her friend and she knew that it would take her a moment to acclimatize (teehee), so off to the side is where they would try to ease her nerves before going to dance.

They were in what looked like a bando. There wasn't any furniture, no pictures on the shelves, not even a table. Nothing personal in the house.

Syara was looking around still, scoping the scene for anything suspicious looking, when she felt Kisses squeeze her hand rhythmically to calm her down.

Syara tried to match her breathing with it, forcing herself to relax, looking up at Kisses who had cushioned shoes on.

"Okay?" Kisses mouthed, drowned in the music.

Syara just nodded, there wasn't anything to it, but to do it, she supposed. A song they both knew came on, Red Nose by Sage The Gemini.

Kisses looked to where everyone was dancing, waiting for her sister to be ready. Yara led them both to the dance floor, getting down as soon as the beat dropped.

Her hands were on her knees and she was breaking her back in. Her hips and behind were moving to the music with ease. She could feel the twinge in her muscles from working out, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle.

Kisses was next to her with her hands on her ankles throwing straight ass.

Syara began throwing is faster to the music, sliding her hands off of her knees and down to her ankles as Kisses slid her hands up to her knees.

Syara threw it in a circle, allowing the music to dictate how she threw it. She shook, threw, and bounced.

She felt someone behind her with a hand on her waist and back, pushing down on it. This was a normal occurrence at parties, she guessed, but it wasn't really something she enjoyed.

She tried to walk up a step or two to put some distance between her and the mystery man, but he followed her, still pushing down on her back to hold her down.

Reaching back, she grabbed his wrist, stepping away from him and standing up. It wasn't a man she recognized and to the right of her where Kisses was, she was throwing on a man they didn't know either.

Syara politely told the man to move around as she wouldn't be giving out any dances tonight. She knew Kisses enjoyed dancing on people at parties, but Syara couldn't do it anymore after a man got too handsy at a party she went to when she was 14.

It was obvious that the man didn't like what he was hearing, but Syara wasn't worried about it. There were like 50 other women at that party that would have been fine with dancing on him.

Syara turned the other way and began dancing again, standing upright when the song changed. Light Money by Zay Bang.

She knew this one. Kisses stood up too, smiling at the man she was dancing on. He was okay-looking, but Kisses preferred medium ugly guys so it wasn't surprising.