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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ♥
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Nasir walked through the club, his group of friends trailing closely behind, as they made their way upstairs to one of the VIP sections. The pulsating music bass of the music reverberated through the walls, and the neon lights flickered over the sea of bodies on the dance floor below. When they reached the section, the guys wasted no time settling in—rolling up blunts and nodding to the rhythm of the music that blasted through the speakers.
Nasir sank into the end of the plush leather couch, his gaze drifting over the lively scene in front of him. Smoke curled into the air, and laughter echoed around him, but he remained quiet, taking it all in.
"Yo, ima have a few of the girls come to the section to dance. That's cool witchu?" Jason shouted over the music. Nasir just nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Cobi leaned over, a lit blunt in hand, and grinned. "Birthday boy gotta face the whole blunt," he teased, earning a chuckle from Nasir.
"Man, you crazy," Nasir muttered, shaking his head as he grabbed the blunt and took a long hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly.
Jason disappeared briefly, only to return with Taytum, India, Sierra, and Jasmine—four women dressed to kill and exuding confidence. Their entrance instantly shifted the energy of the section as they caught the attention of everyone except Nasir, who stayed focused on the blunt and the music thumping in the background.
"Happy Birthday, Mr. Carter!" they chimed in unison, stepping fully into the section.
Nasir placed a hand over his heart, giving them a nod. "Preciate y'all," he said, his voice steady but genuine.
The women greeted the rest of the guys before the music pulled them into a rhythm, their movements commanding the space. Soon, money rained down like confetti, blanketing the floor in scattered bills.
