WEST COAST 18+

7.

W E S T C O A S T

When one of the girls out of the trio was heartbroken, it meant no one was staying home.

Diablos was the location, getting in for free was the intention, and sitting pretty until the good songs came on was the plan.

"Shot for di road, shot for di road," Daniela chants, bringing in a plate of shots to her room.

Britt pouted from the bed, "I don't feel like drinking. I'm too sad."

"Yeah you do, you alcoholic," Daniela said before setting down the plate on her vanity. Snapping her fingers, "Up, up. We're pre-gaming. You'll feel better."

Britt smiled and sat up. "Are those the wet pussy shots you sent me on TikTok?" recognizing the pink-colored liquid.

"Yes, now stop talking and drink," Shanti said, passing her two to throw back.

Daniela makes aware, "I'll be having a little fun, but not too much. I gotta be at the salon early in the morning."

Britt asks with the plastic at her lips, "so what you forcing me to drink for?"

She smirks, raising her finger for her to hold on. "I'm not forcing you to do anything. You asked me to make sure you have a good night and to get you out that bad mood, and I know you like to party. I'm just doing my job."

Shanti swallowed her shots first before saying, "She's always trying to make it seem like we're peer-pressing her. Girl, bye."

Daniela adds, "If we could be influential, you wouldn't be dealing with Omar over and over again."

Britt flicked her off. "Alright now."

Shanti adjusted her halter top, making sure her boobs wouldn't slip out again. She turned in the chair to check herself out in the mirror, fixing her bob by playing with it. She got herself dressed up just for tonight, finding a short red dress to get in free at the club.

It worked every time, flirtation causing the bouncers to let the pretty best friends through. Some spots they went, they knew to put Daniela front and center, flashing a smile and crashing someone's section. Britt could always get someone to bring over shots, introducing her friends as they got more drinks brought over.

They rotated and used what they got to get things. It's not their fault men were putty in their hands.

"Uh, weed man outside. I'll be back," Daniela announces, opening her door again to leave out.

Shanti gasps, "does he have those candies yet?" Daniela telling her no.

"You gotta go to a smoke shop for that," Britt mentions.

Shanti shakes her head. "I went to Vegas, and this dude was selling it out his bag. I ain't seen him since, and his number changed."

While those two discussed that and even went off topic, Daniela opened her front door to see the light skin smiling over at her.

"You got my stuff?" she asks, staring blankly into his eyes.

He asks, "what stuff?"

She tilted her head and slowly blinked once, seeing he was acting clueless again. Daniela stood up tall, clearing her throat, "the weed, you drug dealer! Where's my marijuana?" she shouted, and he shushed her.

He looked over his shoulders both ways. "Hey, hey, quiet down. You never know who's listening. I can't get booked."

"So stop playing and give me my weed," she replied, holding her hand out.