Jay POV
Rih: 'Dis was a stupid idea an' you are a stupid man! I 'ave no shirt to put on!
Jay: Hey, I didn't force you to play.
Rih: Shut up. Ughhh, what I'm gon' wear now?!I laughed as she struggled to wash the big red stain out of her shirt in the bathroom sink without actually taking off the shirt.
Jay: Never woulda taken you for the modest type.
Rih: *scoffs* I'm not. It's jus'... I still feel alil' weird aroun' you sometime...
Jay: Oh. I get it.
Rih: It'll pass.
Jay: I know. Ima go wait outside.She nodded and after I checked my face for any more blue, I walked out and sat on the couch to wait. A few minutes later I heard her cussing and then she came out of the bathroom, her stained pink shirt dripping.
Rih: I hate you, worm! 'Dis shirt cost me $200. So you owe me $300!
Jay: Ha! You trippin'. You didn't bring anythin' else in wit' you?
Rih: Obviously not. Everytin' is at d'otel.
Jay: Just have someone grab you one of Bey's concert shirts.She turned to look at me crazy.
Rih: I would rather not.
Jay: Why?
Rih: Because. Ummmm, fuck I look like?I shrugged and removed my own fresh t-shirt and held it out to her. I have a white beater on so I'm fine for now.
Jay: Here, cry baby.
Rih: *grabs shirt* You planned 'dis.
Jay: No, I always carry a change of clothes just incase. I like to be prepared for anythin'. Do you not?She ignored me, removed and tossed her soaked shirt in the sink, before slipping mine on.
Jay: Doesn't look bad.
Rih: *sniffs* Thanks but I can't say d'same for 'da smell.
Jay: It's Gucci.
Rih: It's Garbage. Come on, y'all. Let's go see d'Wicked Witch.She shoved me out of the room ahead of her, security trailing a respectable distance behind us.
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Bey POV
Stella: Yes, it's me... How are you?
Bey: You have ten seconds to tell me why you on my line.
Stella: I can't just call 'cause I miss you?
Bey: Seven seconds.
Stella: Come on, don't-
Bey: Four.
Stella: You really 'bout to do this..
Bey: Facts. Goodb-
Stella: *hurriedly* It's about Cyn!I'd pulled the phone away from my ear to press the end button but I was still able to catch Cyn's name in time.
Bey: What about her?
Stella: She's all fucked up since Nicki cut her off basically and I just wanted to see if you could-
Bey: *incredulous* See if I could what, exactly? First of all, I know my bestfriend and when she's done wit' someone, right or wrong, the best thing you can do is fall back. She might come around. And second of all, I mean no offense, but right now I have more important things on my plate than worryin' 'bout Como La Flor's messy behind. *sighs* I'm sorry, but is that all? I'm kinda busy right now.
Stella: Yeah... that's... that's all, I guess.
Bey: Look, I'm sorry. I'll see what I can do, ok? Honestly, I know Nick is hurting too but she's stubborn so I can't guarantee anythin'. How you get my number?
Stella: Ok thank you, Bey. She doesn't even know I made this call. Stole the number out her phone when she hopped in the shower. Promise not to snitch.
Bey: *rolls eyes* I won't. But I gotta go.
Stella: 'Kay. Thank you so much, Bey. Doesn't hurt to try.An Hour Later
I rolled my eyes, spotting Jay and Robyn strolling down the hall like they weren't supposed to be with me like two hours ago. I turned and motioned to my bodyguard as Jay and Robyn came near where I'd stopped in the hall.