Growing Up

7.0

"This is my friend, Aspen." Kit introduced her. 

Normally, believe it or not, Aspen wasn't the shyest person. However, in that moment, she was fairly intoxicated and terrified of what would slip out of her mouth if she opened it, so she hugged the jacket closer against her and offered them a small smile and wave. 

Two of the guys did the same, however the middle one stuck out his hand and shook hers. 

"I'm Rocky," He introduced himself, his voice deep and husky; his smile gleamed in the dark street in front of the club. 

"Lil nigga over here is Brian," He said, pointing back over his shoulder to the smoker, "And this is Matt." He said, gesturing over to the glum figure to his right. Brian smiled brightly at her and Matt nodded his head over at her again, staring off into the street as the cars passed by. 

"Nice to meet you." She squeaked, cursing at herself for having such a naturally high-pitched voice. Rocky, Brian, and Kit started chuckling at the bashful face she made afterwards and she gave Kit a pleading look to save her. 

"Should we be getting inside?" Kit took the hint, gesturing towards the growing line in front of the buildings. 

"Yeh fam, but we gotta finish a couple smokes first." Rocky explained, pulling a couple blunts out of his pocket. 

"Why don't we just smoke them inside?" Kit questioned. 

"Full pat down and pocket turn out. Security got super tight after this chic OD'd in the bathroom. Theres so much smoke in there from cigs and hookah's though; they probably wouldn't be able to tell what the fuck we were smoking if we got it through." Brian explained, throwing his smoke onto the floor and stepping it out. 

"How are we going to get them in, then?" Kit wondered, looking over at his friends. 

"Maybe if Matt's expression didn't scream "meth addict", we could have left it in his hair." Brian teased his friend, earning himself a death glare. 

"I'll just put them in my bra." Aspen blurted before she could even think about it, earning herself a horrified stare from Kit, an eyebrow raise from Matt, and jaw drops from Rocky and Brian.

"Now we're fucking talking," Rocky hyped, slapping his hand down onto her shoulder as Brian started chuckling. 

"Trap queen right here- you know how to pick them Kit." Brian praised, ruffling Kit's hair. 

Aspen giggled nervously as Kit pulled her to face him. "Are you sure? You could get in a lot of trouble if you get caught." He warned.

"You worry too much," Aspen brushed him off and faced the three guys again, holding out her palm. They handed the blunts over to her and she held them in one hand while unzipping her jacket. Lucky for her, the denim jacket was too big for her, covering all the way down almost a centimeter over the edge of skirt, proving to be more of a coat that hid her figure and dress. She turned to face the wall and quickly shoved them into the top of her outfit, zipping it up. 

"Let's go." She urged, giving them a thumbs up and accepting Kit's arm as they made their way to the entrance. Trap music flowed from the entrance as Matt gave the bouncer a fist bump and the group made it through. Once they got to the front door, however, there stood two men and a woman in all black; the white text printed across the back of their shirt read 'Security'. 

They completed a pull pat down and all the guys were forced to empty their pockets. They were able to go through just fine, but when it was Aspen's turn, the lady gave her a look before grunting: "Take off the jacket." 

Her group looked back at her with hesitant expressions and she looked back up at the woman. "It's really cold out though-" She started, but the woman repeated herself sternly.