My Slime

17. Pennywise & Percs

Somewhere in Atlanta

As Gigi stepped out of the SUV, the crowd outside the club seemed to swell, all eyes snapping to her the second her red heels hit the pavement. Queen was by her side, grinning wide and looking every bit the boss bitch she was. On Gigi's other side was Reggie, who moved with a no-nonsense air, clearing a path like he was ushering in royalty. She felt the excitement pulse through her, each step making her feel more powerful, more alive. Tonight wasn't just another night out—this was her debut, her moment to claim her space in the influencer world.

The bouncers at the door took one look at Reggie and quickly moved aside, letting Gigi, Queen, and the rest of the team slide right into the packed club. Inside, the music hit her first, a deep bassline that thumped through her chest, and she took a moment to soak it all in—the lights, the crowd, the rush of people turning to see who'd just walked in.

Gigi's costume—a cheeky, flirty take on Pennywise—was an instant hit. The red wig was bold, and her white-and-red outfit hugged her curves in all the right places, making her feel both daring and playful. She clutched her red balloons, letting them float above her, knowing they'd add just that extra touch to her entrance. She could already feel the eyes on her, the whispers spreading through the crowd.

As they slid into VIP, the DJ caught sight of Gigi, his eyes widening as recognition sparked. With a quick gesture to his mic, he brought the music down just enough to address the crowd.

"Hold up, hold up! Y'all see who just walked in?" he shouted, a grin spreading across his face as he pointed in her direction. "ATL, give it up for Gigi LaRueeeee! I see you girl!"

The crowd erupted, turning toward her with a wave of excitement, their energy amplifying as they clapped, cheered, and raised their drinks in her honor. Gigi felt the rush hit her like a tidal wave, her heart racing as she soaked in the attention. She glanced at Queen, who was grinning ear to ear.

"Girl, you killin' it already! All eyes on you!" Queen said, giving her an encouraging nudge and a mic.

Gigi laughed, raising her bottle in a playful toast to the crowd. "Alright, let's turn up, ATL!" she called, her voice carrying through the speakers.

People were already hyped, and as soon as they spotted her, a few gasps and "OMG, that's Chris Brown's girl!" floated through the section. She ignored it with a smile, her confidence only growing. Tonight, she wasn't just "Chris's girl"—she was Gigi, and she was about to own this room.

Queen handed her a bottle of chilled Dussé that was waiting in their section and winked. "You know what to do," she said, her voice full of mischief.

Gigi held the bottle up, giving the crowd a challenging smile. "Y'all thirsty?" she called, and instantly, hands shot up, voices cheering as people jostled to get close. She moved through the section, pouring shots straight into open mouths, laughter and cheers blending together as everyone leaned in for their turn. Each pour, each laugh—it was like fuel, hyping her up more with every second.

Afterwards, Queen poured Gigi her own cup as Gigi danced a little, moving to the beat, throwing her hands up as she got lost in the music. A few girls pulled her into their selfies, squealing as she threw up a peace sign and posed, flashing that wide, carefree grin. She was loving it, every single moment, and the crowd was eating it up.

Then, just when the energy couldn't get any higher, the DJ switched it up. The opening notes of "Loyal" started to play, and the entire club seemed to shift, a roar going up as the crowd recognized the song. Gigi felt her heart skip with pride, the familiar beat flooding her with memories of Chris and all the moments they'd shared. She held the bottle up high, her other hand reaching for Queen's as they both started singing along, leading the crowd.