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I never was one for fancy parties. In fact, I hated Beverly Hills and everything about it. Living in the Hills meant you had money, wanted to flex it, and that's not what I wanted to be around. I hated big flexers.
But here I was, walking into a rooftop party in the Hills. If it wasn't for Skully and Rula asking me to go, I would still be at home, living my life.
"This bitch jumpin'." Rula said as a man in a suit opened the door, revealing the slightly crowded rooftop.
It was decorated in white, brown, and gold balloons and decorations. The word CONGRATULATIONS was on damn near everything. I didn't even think to ask what type of party this was, but it should've made sense.
I ain't never seen this nigga Rula in slacks a day in his adult life. In fact, since the last time his Granny made him put on his church suit when we were in freshman year of high school.
I grabbed a glass of the champagne from the server who was floating around, not a care in the world. I took a sip and damn near spit that shit out.
"Should've bought some Don with me." I say under my breath, and Skully shakes his head.
This nigga was tweaking to go to this party. Mostly cause his lil' girlfriend or whatever was here to support her best friend. But I fucked with Chloe, she was cool folks, so I figured the party wouldn't be that bad.
I looked around and saw they had a make shift bar set up, and that's where I went. I ordered a double shot of Hennessy, and took it straight to the head.
"Oh shit, look who bought his raggedy ass out his cave." I heard someone laugh, and I turned to see Chloe. She was wearing a white dress that floated down to her ankles with gold heels.
"Yall corny ass hell for matching. I should snatch that wig off and let the people see yo' true hair." I say as I dap her up.
"Nigga acting like I'm baldhead, knowing I got a head full of hair. Book your ticket straight to hell." She flipped me off.
Skully had on a white button up with cream pants and white shoes, his gold chain and rings matching hers. These niggas make me sick, in the nicest way possible.
"Mad ass. Anyway, I came to make sure everyone was having a good time. Amina is walking around here somewhere, but she's busy so I'm trying to ease her stress." She explained, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder.
