stay strong through your pain
grow flowers from it
you have helped me
grow flowers out of mine so
bloom beautifully
dangerously
loudly
bloom softly
however you need
just bloom.
-Rupi Kaur
Everlasting || Dave East x Bernice Burgos
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Bernice Burgos •
"You can most definitely wear that BB. It's enough for the club but not too slutty". I rolled my eyes, snatching the dress out of Gracie's hand. "Bitch I wore that to a fucking funeral, next". After spending another thirty minutes in my closet, I finally found a black two-piece set that I had yet to wear.
It was enough for a casual hang out and a night in the club, quite comfortable if I had to say so myself. The top was cropped and off the shoulders, while the pants were a little loose which allowed me to have a better chance at dancing. I didn't have a hair appointment until Sunday, which was two days away, so I decided to put my hair into a tight natural bun with a very light application of makeup.
Dave had texted me earlier and asked me to come and chill with him at his club appearance and I'd agreed. The club was closed down this weekend due to maintenance issues, so I had this weekend off. I'd initially decided to just stay in the house for weekend, but when Dave hit me up I just decided to step out for a minute.
Once I was finished with everything, I said my goodbyes to Gracie and we went our separate ways. The club wasn't too far from my house, so it didn't take too long to get there. It was beyond fucking crowded but Dave had already let the promoters and security know that I was coming through, so a line wasn't an issue for me.
As soon as I handed my car over to valet, I was escorted to Dave's V.I.P section by security. Meek Mill's: Issues blasted through the speakers as we made our way through the packed club, passing by thirsty groupies and bartenders trying their best to come up on some tips.
Though I worked in the clubs, I never let that shit get the best of me. I kept a focused mindset, knowing that I was strictly there to make my money and leave. These new girls had a whole different mindset. They seemed to be more worried about finding a nigga to wife them up and cash them out, than actually making money. I learned that the more focused you are about your job, the more money you'd make in the clubs. I knew that shit for a fact, trust me.
"I see you finally decided to show your face", Dave said as I sat next to him on the couch. "Shutup, it takes time to look this fine". He looked me up and down, shaking his head but I ignored his ignorance.
"Give me something to drink". Dave looked at me, shaking his head. "Now you know you don't even drink like that, you're not about to be acting an ass with me tonight". I rolled my eyes, "Boy I'm grown as hell, I know my limits".
He shrugged his shoulders and requested somebody from his team to pour me a cup of whatever they were drinking. I didn't bother asking what it was because, of course, I trusted Dave. Even though I wasn't the biggest drinker, my bartending tendencies told me it was some sort of Patron mix. I tasted a bit of lime, but the presence of alcohol was known. It was on the stronger side but I continued to drink it anyway.
