[DAMN] XXX 2:16-2:22

'Imma make it look sexy'

"I would love to, but I have a boyfriend," Olivia said, fidgeting her fingers and looking down.

"Are you sure?" A man said

"Yeah, I'm sure," Olivia said, looking back up at a man with dirty blonde hair as he passed her his number.

"Same here, dude. I have a boyfriend; I don't want your fucking number. Get the fuck off of me!" Emily said, trying to shrug the unknown man from this compromising position before their boyfriends saw. The unknown man was behind Emily, his arms wrapped around her waist, his face in her neck, swaying them.

"I'm sorry, but I also have a boyfriend who'll flip his shit like I can't deal with him if he sees me like go," Bre'anna pleaded as a man forced her to sit down on his lap as he nuzzled his face in her neck, aggressively squeeze one of her breasts through her brown silky, extended semi long dress and she squirmed in his grip.

"Dude, no!" Lisa said, pushing another man's face away from her own. He tried to forcefully kiss her when suddenly the girls heard their names called loudly. They all felt their hearts sink as they looked to see their boyfriends. The ride to their shared apartment was filled with screaming, yelling, pleading, and a unique sound. 

Flesh hitting flesh, It was the sound of punching. 

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"I got a section!" Jake yelled above the loud drill rap after fighting about which club to go to; the boys eventually settled on a club where Sam knew the owner.

"Correction, I got us the section!" Sam snickers as they're led to a pretty big section; with Sam being close to the owner, he doesn't have to be ID'd, nor did Alex, Jake, and Miles since they went to the club with him.

Eventually, girls started coming into the section to smoke and drink with them; there were hookas, weed, hard liquor, and occasional bottle girls. College students, pimps, prostitutes, gang bangers, and drug dealers were all here. Some had guns on them, but there was a strange sense of camaraderie in the air, as if the atmosphere had good vibes and no tension for a club on Friday night.

Miles and Sam were jumping up and down, wrapping one of their favorite drill songs as Jake and Alex chimed in, rapping their designated parts from memory.

Sam's gold chain followed his jumping movements, his grills showing as he rapped his favorite without a breath; he rapped bar for the bar; he got sturdy in the process as he tried his best not to crease his black forces, his red curls bouncing as danced with his friends who mimicked his actions. Miles had braided his hair in two thick braids down to his lower back.

"AH FUCK!" Miles exclaims as he almost trips and stumbles to his chair, laughing hard as his gun falls out of his pants and onto the floor.

"Fucking idiot!" Alex said, laughing, feeling the effects of the alcohol hitting his system as he picked up Milestone gun and set it on the table. 

"Sam, give yours too, so it doesn't fling onto the floor like Miles's did." Sam nodded with a blunt in his mouth, handing his gun to Alex as he and Jake continued laughing, rapping, and dancing, enjoying each other's company.

After they were done, Sam and Jake sat down laughing, the weed and alcohol hitting their systems simultaneously as they giggled, covering their faces.

"Let me get a....a," Sam emitted giggles, trying to ask for more alcohol. "Let me get a-"

"Get henny!" Alex said, leaning over Miles and tapping Sam's shoulder 

"Henny?" Sam asked, looking over at Alex, who nodded eagerly  

"Let me get some, Henny, ma," Sam's rough voice slurred as he told the bottle girl what he wanted. 

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"You ready to go, Bre?" Lisa called out, fixing her dark red, wavy, curly hair and putting in her earrings. She curled her long, natural, lighter red lashes. Lisa has such unique, captivating eyes. Her eyes were a different color, green and light brown; Lisa had an exceptional heritage. Her father was Irish, her mother was Korean, and her skin was pale. Lisa had her mother's face, with her father's features being her red hair, green, and her freckles.

"Yeah, I am!" Bre'anna said, stepping out in her silky blue dress with her black high heels; she had a bag that looked almost like a tote bag that carried slides and tracking device just in case, a knife, pepper spray, feminine products such as pads, tampons menstrual disc just in case one of the girls started her period unexpectedly and feminine wipes, Underwear in ziplock bags and folded clothes for emergencies. A portable charger charged to 100%, 100 dollars in cash, Olivia's makeup, hair ties, wallets, perfume, miscellaneous things such as deodorant, lip gloss, random coins, and lint.

"That's a lot of unnecessary things," Lisa said, peeking into the halfway-filled bag, her eyes scanning each item before she huffed.

"Relax, it's better safe than sorry!" Emily said, fixing Lisa's hair, tucking it behind Lisa's ear, and picking off lint on Lisa's top and skirt.

"Nonsense! Like Emily said, better safe than sorry!" Olivia perked up as she humphed smugly

"Ugh! Fine, are you guys ready?" Lisa said, her gold hoop earrings moving as she looked at her friends 

"yes, let's go!" Bre said as the others hummed in agreement. Bre'anna locked the door behind her, grabbed her apartment keys, walked downstairs to the train station, and headed to the club they were going to. 

"ugh! Emily, you look so gorgeous. I love the way your legs look. They're so nice and long!" Lisa gawked at Emily, who let out giggles.

"She's not wrong.." Olivia said, nudging Bre'anna's arm as they looked at Emily, who brushed her curly hair into a ponytail; her long, slender neck complimented her jawline, and her upturned nose and plump lips added to her side profile. Emily also wore A skirt and crop top graphic tee with a white skirt and black heels as Emily's heels added inches onto her height. Emily's tan skin made her black curly pop more, and her Ponytail bounced slightly as she giggled at her friends' compliments.

"You walk like you own the world." Olivia's eyes sparkled with admiration towards her friend's confidence in her body language.

"I have no choice," Emily grinned.

The girls eventually made it to the club. The positive energy in the room excited them; no tension was in the air, even if certain people were there. Pimps, gangbangers, prostitutes, local college students, drug dealers, and people who weren't criminals, just there to have fun.

There was loud rap music, laughter, and talking as everyone enjoyed their time. Some people are playing pool, cards, dominoes, and drinking games.

"The night is young, so let's have fun!" Lisa squealed loudly