𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 .
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𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels mo...
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⌖ A HARD HEAD MAKES A SOFT ASS | O62. ‹ ⚜ › ❝go ahead—go, since you feel caged, right? like loving you is control & protecting you is some dumb ass form of punishment.❞
— APRIL FIFTH 8:45 P.M. ᐟ
"Ah damn, yo' birthday next month nigga." Spoon said, clapping Jasiah on the back as they stepped out of his office, turning the corner & walking right into the pulsing pink, purple, & blue haze of the club. "What we gon' do to celebrate life man?"
"Ion know, man. Don't even really care to celebrate that shit no more." Jasiah muttered, his eyes scanning the room through his shades, changing the hat on the head to sit backwards.
"Why not, nigga?"
Jasiah gave him a quick glance like Spoon should've already known. Spoon's mouth pressed into a line. He didn't need more context. "Aye, I get it." He said. "But you still gotta celebrate yourself though. You here, after everything. That count for something. You deserve a toast or ten... feel me?"
Jasiah didn't respond. His gaze had already shifted, locked in on the velvet-roped owner's section up ahead. Iris & Jodie were seated comfortably, posted like royalty. Bottles sat on the table & private security stood posted on either side.
He walked right past Spoon's words & stood in front of Iris, who was mid sip of some neon pink non-alcoholic drink. "Who performing tonight?" He asked, all business for a brief moment. "Taylor back there with the cash, so if you think we gon' need more, I need to go handle that now. You know it's gotta be either here or the house after ten."
Iris cocked her head, eyes flicking up to meet his. "Nami's opening, Candy's closing. The three middle slots are up for grabs."
"Hell yea, my money makers." He lifted his hand to her, his palm open. She slapped hers into his, laughing as their fingers locked in a brief dap up before letting go. "You my money maker, for real though." He added, settling into the seat beside her, his arm slung behind her back. "You run this shit like it's muscle memory, feel like I just fund it & you the boss."
