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Time: 8: 45 p.m.

Date: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Location: New York Marriott at the Brooklyn Bridge

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♚ T Y G A ♚

I woke up from my nap and rubbed my face groaning. Last night I had to do a promotion at this club and this morning I had an autograph signing, and I was tired as fuck. When I rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table of the hotel I'm staying' at, it said 8:45 p.m. I slowly slid myself out of bed and walked into the living room. I made my way to the kitchen as my stomach started growling, I looked in the fridge and the cabinets and it wasn't shit in there. I sighed and walked over the hotel phone to order some room service.

After I ordered my food, someone knocked on the door.

"How the hell they get here so fast?" I scratched my head then got up walking to the door

When I opened the door Chris was standing there. We both went to club last night because it's been a minute since we've hung out and we'll both be here for a few weeks.

"Sup?" He asked giving me dap and walking in.

"Waitin on my food to get here." I closed the door and sat on the couch across from Chris.

"Good cause I'm hungry too," he said playing on his phone.

"Man I ain't order shit for you. Why you here anyway?"

"Aw cause I wanna go to this club Mijo told me about."

I kissed my teeth and shook my head.

"Man I ain't tryna go out and do too much. My head still bangin from last night."

Someone knocked on the door and I got up to answer it.

"I'm not talkin bout a club club," he said as I brought MY food back over to the couch.

"Then what are you talkin bout?" I said taking a bite out of my bacon burger.

"A gentlemen's club. You know like a strip club but the girls don't strip and their not sloppy."

"Aye, not all strippers are sloppy," I stated defensively, thinking of Chyna.

"Not all strippers are Chyna," he shot back.

I shrugged my shoulders agreeing with him and finished off my burger. I got up and threw my trash away, then stood in the living room contemplating whether I should go or not.

"Come on Ty, it's not like you and Chy are in a relationship anyway so you won't be cheatin'," he explained.

That's all he had to say for me to agree. Shit, I already told myself and her I don't want a relationship right now so she knows the deal.

"Aight lemme get ready I'll meet you in the lobby in 20," I said walking to the back.

"Aight," he called out then left.

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