Sorry for any mistakes, I'll fix later😘 *ZnuieInMMbytheway*
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"I said fuck that nigga he so weak, he can't tell that you're a freak! And that you ain't looking for love, you just want a real one to beat it up," The song Fuck That Nigga by Dj Mustard boomed through out the party.
Znuie made sure to not overdo it with the girliness, since all she really did was her hair and makeup. Her clothing remained a little tomboyish, as she was wearing a jumpsuit and a plain white off the shoulder bodysuit under it. It showed a lot more than she was wishing, but she just dealt with it.
Chyna held her hand as they maneuvered through the bodies of people. The party was indeed pack. So pack that people were outside the house and in the backyard. Tracee needed extra speakers for the people who were outside enjoying the party.
"You want to get a drink," Chyna looked back as she asked Znuie.
Znuie just nodded, as she watched her surroundings. She was the more observant one out of the two, and she sometimes wonder if Chyna wasn't with her when she noticed the shit she did, where would Chyna be. Chyna was more beauty than brains when it came to life, but she wasn't dumb. Street dumb, but not book dumb. Znuie watched as her best friend pulled two cups from the stack and pour three shots of Ciroc into them before mixing them with half a can of Hawaiian Punch.
"Here," Chyna said handing it to Znuie, who gladly accepted, "You think they are here?"
"I hope so, I don't think they would miss—"
"Well isn't it my dike friend and her lover," Carter voice managed to be over the music.
He stood behind Znuie with his hands around her waist. She found herself about to crack his fingers back, but fought the urge remembering the bet. She quickly smiled, and sipped out her cup.
"If you are referring to me as her lover, then at least have the decency to take yo hands off my bitch," Chyna fussed as she yanked me from out his grip making him throw his hands up.
"Ay Ay, not too much on my homie shawty duwop," Duece said, standing next to his boy.
Znuie looked over at Chyna and laughed, "Man yo man's head built like a biscuit, ole fake ass Jerusalem ass nigga."
Duece and Chyna burst out laughing while Carter had the dead face, "Chill, I thought you wasn't with that shit tonight. Look like you came on yo' grown woman shit for once."
Carter smirked as he admired Znuie, and her body that he finally can see. It was perfectly carved out. It made him want her even more, as she stood there looking at him unphased by him licking his lips. Something that usually drove the girls crazy.
