Later that day.
"Bitch, I don't like this." Bella eyed the tight fitting dress in the mirror.
"You look good." Jamala smiled. "Thankfully I had some to fit over all this ass." She smacked it.
"You have no chill." Bella chuckled taking the Fashion Nova heels from Jamala.
"Hurry up cause I'm ready to catch me a nice chocolate ass nigga." Jamala squealed pulling her arm.
"Bitch." Bella said almost busting her ass on the floor. She hadn't wore heels in forever.
"Oh my bad." Jamala laughed.
"What club we going to ?" Bella asked packing her small clutch.
"The club I work at." Jamala answered fixing her contour.
They strutted out the house and made their way to the club. It was packed as hell.
"Damn its packed as fuck." Jamala smiled. "I could have made bank tonight."
Bella simply shook her head feeling herself slowly get nervous. She hadn't been out in a long time.
"Hey Daddy." Jamala smiled at the bouncer Chris.
"Wassup baby." He gave her a hug.
"Damn that ass fat." He looked at Bella and she rolled her eyes at him.
"She just need a few drinks to unwind." Jamala said pulling her inside making the whole long line outside get mad.
Jamala held her hand leading her over to the bar.
"Bitch move! Bad bitches coming through!" Bella heard Jamala say over the loud music.
They made their way to the bar and thankfully Everybody was on the dance floor so there were seats left.
"Six shots bae." Jamala looked at Sofia, the bar girl.
"What's yo name baby?" She asked Bella sticking out her tongue revealing the many piercings on it.
"She with me." Jamala said and Sofia nodded getting their drinks.
They had six shots each and they were feeling good. They went out to the dance floor and started dancing on each other.
All the niggas were watching. Even Bernard.
"Damn." Bernard saw the two girls dancing.
"Nigga we ain't thinking about no bitches." Taj sucked his teeth looking anyway.
He thought Bella was bad as shit but he wasn't finna holla.
He chased his check and he never loved on these hoes.
"Man why I'm here, this ain't no meeting if it's ass everywhere." Bernard sipped from the Belaire bottle.
The two were Atlanta residents but ran traps through out Florida.
