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"A hookah bar and a nice ass restaurant in one? It's impossible to find something like this in Chicago, for real." Satinia laughed, taking a pull at the limeade flavor of the hookah.
She was very much so enjoying the little time she had left with her girls. Zoe, Jazmin, and Giselle all smiled and took in each other's presence. "We have a hookah lab in L.A, but we most definitely don't have a 2 in 1 special with this damn here restaurant." She shook her head, looking around the balcony.
The girls laughed hysterically, passing around the hookah and trying out different flavors. "Put in the cherry one." Jazmin suggested, handing it over to Satinia.
"I used to come here every Friday with some of the theater majors I used to be really close with." Zoe commented, taking a bite of her thick chicken breast decorated with parsley.
"That's tight." Jazmin nodded.
Because they were all on a private balcony located on the outside area of the restaurant in which Zoe had rented out, Giselle took advantage of this and pulled out one of her always rolled and ready blunts and lit up.
Feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, she quickly grabbed it and saw her mom's contact name pop up.
Giselle, already feeling her high kick in, declined the call and stuffed it right back in the back pocket of her distressed jeans.
"Trying to release some tension?" Zoe asked, watching as she blew a cloud of smoke from out of her perfect shape of pink lips.
"Yes." She simply replied.
This week had been quite hectic for Giselle and also, the rest of the girls. With such a busy class schedule, she just wanted to lay back, smoke and rest.
Giselle had 5 classes in which she attended all of them on Monday, and Thursday. On Wednesday, she only had to attend one class. That was her easiest day. On Tuesday, she had 2 classes and on Friday, she had none at all. Every day of the week, she had dance practice for 4 straight hours.
Giselle's classes consisted of Ballet Level 5, Modern III with Mrs. Vivian, Repertory Collaboration & Performance IV, Tap 3 and Solo & Duet Repertory.
Juilliard dancers were required to complete 4 hours of outside dance during the weekends, so 2 hours on Saturday and 2 hours on Sunday she danced at Fred Astaire Mid-Town Dance studio. Her week was totally consumed up of nothing, but dance and because it was the 1st week of classes, the instructors were really tough on the dancers.
By now, Giselle's eyes were blood shot red and they hung dangerously low.
"Fuck, now I'm hungry as shit." She mumbled, pushing the red button built inside of the table. The button was used to call over your waitress, or waiter.
