Normani rushes to her truck with her eyes bulging out of their sockets. For one, she couldn't believe she had just seen Lauren naked, and for two she couldn't believe that she was naked with Dinah. She jumped into her truck and drove directly down the street, struggling to keep the tears from falling out of her eyes. Normani doesn't cry, and she damn sure wasn't about to cry today. Before even thinking rationally she makes a u-turn, not even in the direction of her hotel.
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Dinah was sitting up at the edge of her bed, wrapping her hair up into a bun while Lauren was redressing herself as quickly as possible. Dinah was looking up at Lauren, who was looking everywhere except down into Dinah's eyes.
It was awkward. As hell.
Both girls were now feeling completely sober, any fun they were having before now had drifted out the door right behind Normani. Any sexual feelings they had towards each other, drifted away as quickly as they had come in. Dinah and Lauren had been able to be friends for years without even kissing eachother, something about tonight was different.
"I'll see you tomorrow." Lauren said after she finished putting on her final garmet and made her way towards the door. "Lauren you don't have to leave." Dinah said, standing up with her and wrapping herself in her robe. "No it's fine, it's kind of awkward not gonna lie." They both let out chuckles while Lauren awkwardly stood by the door. They both stood there in silence, Lauren finally looking Dinah in the eyes.
She finally realized Dinah wasn't going to ask her to stay again, so she took that as a silent invitation to leave. Dinah just stood while the door closed behind her best friend. "Damn. That was bad."
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"Drank too much ciroc like we're
Lookin' through googles
Last night was a blur,
Last night was a blur
I Don't remember her name
Woke up next to her, and I
Don't know where we were"
Normani was on her 7th shot in the last twenty minutes. The two or three men surrounding her were encouraging her to keep downing more. Everything was blurry, she had lost count of how many shots she'd had, and lost count of how many fingers she had.
She didn't know why she was hurt. It's not like Dinah was her girlfriend or anything. She had been hurt like she had hurt Dinah, but she wasn't quite sure why it felt much worse. She never really felt like this for anyone before. Not even for Keith while they were together. There was something completely different about Dinah, and although Normani couldn't put her finger on it, she didn't want to keep trying if she was going to end up hurting like this every time.
"3 more shots over here" Normani heard slurred in the background of her thoughts. The music in the bar was blarring. She wasn't sure if it was still 11pm or not, but she didn't have anything to do tomorrow so she could care less. While Normani was downing another two shots, she realized her neck was wet. And something was attached to it. When she brought her head back down and turned her neck, she felt hair. The head of one of the guys at the bar was attached to her neck.
She didn't know rather or not she wanted him to get off. She couldn't think straight. The only thing she could think about was forgetting what she had just seen in Dinah's place. No matter how hot in might have been. Maybe she should have joined in.
Soon she realised she couldn't move her right leg. She looked down and realized there was a very strong hand placed there, rubbing her thigh. This hand didn't belong to the head connected to her neck. That's when she realized what was happeneing.
Normani made a move to stand up. But the three strong men along with the liquor in her system prohibited her from doing that. The bar wasn't packed, but surely people weren't paying enough attention to her to realize she was being harassed. She couldn't open her mouth to say anything. There was something wrong with those drinks. She had only had three or four, so she thought, and she had a very high tolerance for alchohol. What was wrong?
Finally she decided to start to push the hand off of her lap once it started going higher. The hand, however, stayed firmly in it's place. Normani was not a weak girl, she was drunk, but that only fueled her fire. She made a final attempt to stand, pushing the hand from her lap and throwing a fierce punch to any face she could reach. One of the guys was now out on the ground. Obviously, his two buddies weren't too happy about that. The two men reached for Normani, but not before another hand reached one of their faces and one more was on the ground. The final guy simply backed away, leaving his friends on the ground. Normani turned around to see who had come to her rescue (even though she totally had it under control).
"Rebbeca?" Normani huffed out. "Girl, what have I told you about coming to bars this late?"
Rebbeca carried Normani towards the exit of the club and to her own car after texting Zendaya to pick up Normani's truck. The two girls walked out of the door. Or rather one was dragged out. The sound of the music following them outside.
"Finna get a booth in the rear
Finna get up in her ear
Get a bottle of the dark, get
A bottle of the clear
And I post up right behind her while
She dancing in the mirror "
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Sorry guys this is short as hell!
I havent updated in a WHILE. Since the beginning of the year.
I'm now more invested in writing and I'll be sure to try and update way more often. The updates will clearly get longer as I get re-inspired.
Confrontation is coming soon
