One Shots

bad lil thang | bryson tiller

I walked inside the club with my girls, Tiana and Kiana. They were twins. But they looked completely different because Tiana wears weave and makeup and Kiana is all natural. They're both still beautiful though.

"Girl you finna have to let me borrow those." Kiana looked down at my True Religion jeans. I laughed and shook my head.

"Ima need the whole outfit fuck is you sayin." Tiana said as we sat at a table with a bucket of ice on the middle. My outfit was simple yet cute. Light blue jean jacket, striped pink and white Polo shirt, dark Trues, and my Uggs were under my jeans because the jeans were straight legs.

"Girl shut up. I can't believe y'all dragged me out to the club. Its like two degrees outside." I said while the waiter sat three glasses of a red liquid in front of each of us. I scrunched my face up.

"We didn't order these..." I said while looking at the waiter.

He shrugged. "The gentleman told me to keep him anonymous. Sorry ladies."

"Fuck allat talkin shit! Drink up!" Tiana yelled over the loud music. I stared at my drink for a few seconds, trying to recognize the song. It was something by Travis Scott because I heard 'its lit!'

"Girl drink it damn." Kiana said while squeezing the lemon that was on the side of the glass.

"So y'all actin like y'all don't know what Bill Cosby did." I shook my head. I'll be damned if I get poisoned three days before my birthday.

"Girl, the waiter wouldn't give us a poisoned drink. Loosen up." Kiana said. I pushed the glass away from me and went to the bar. I would feel a lot better if I actually see my drink being made in front of me.

"Coke please." I put a five dollar bill on the counter. He took it and poured me a glass of the soda. I pulled a yellow straw out of the straw dispenser and began sipping.

"Red wine please." I turned and saw a some guy with a girl. I turned over and looked at Kiana and Tiana. They were boo'd up with some dudes. It seems like everyone's getting some play tonight.

I got up and grabbed my drink, walking over to the table.

"Aye lil mama!" I heard someone yell. I turned then sat down. "I just wanna say, shoutout to God for makin the bad lil thang wit the True Religion jeans." I looked up at the guy. He had a microphone in his hands. The DJ snatched it away from him then started playing more music.

Me and the guy made eye contact the whole time he walked over to me.

"Damn, I see my niggas made it over here already." He laughed and sat by me.

"Oh, y'all bought us the drinks?"

"Yes ma'am." He smiled then tilted his camouflage hat down. "I'm Bryson."