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୨ DATE NIGHT! ୧
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VIII
PROLLY ROMANCIN'
｡ﾟ♡‧₊ ┈ "SHIT, WE GON HAVE TO UBER now." Connie laughed as he and Cleo began to order drinks after finishing their meals. "If you out with me we always gon have to get that Uberrrrr." She joked with him.
"Should I get a lemon drop or strawberry mojito?" Cleo asked. She almost always got a lemon drop but lowkey wanted to try something else that was fruit flavored. "Hmmm... lemon drop fasho." Connie responded confidently. "I think ima just get shots."
This nigga musta planned to get fucked up whole time, because SHOTS is crazy.
"Oh!" was the only word Cleo could think of to respond to that. "It's a problem?" Connie asked, as he placed the menu back down on the table. "Uhn uhn, just thought you woulda got a beer or sum."
"I believe beer is for oldheads. That ain't really my speed." He chuckled. "And you said the wrong drink! You was posed to say a mojito."
"My fault, my fault. You could get both." Connie assured her. "As long as you can handle it."
