/Camila/
Walking in the club I was instantly hit with they smell of weed and sweat. It smelled horrible and the party just damn near started.
I went to the bar and ordered me a shot of Hennessy. This shit is strong, but it's the only drink I can take straight back.
This and Vodka. Pouring me another I feel my self getting loose. "Damn you already drinking henny!?"
I hear a surprised Jessica. "You not drunk yet? What a fucking surprise!" I say genuinely concerned.
She always get fucked up either before the party and as soon as we enter the party. "Come on! We going to where my friend Princeton at!"
I nod my head feeling the two shots of Hennessy doing a little something.
As we get there my song 'Work' by Rihanna plays.Swaying my hips to the beat I get lost in the music, not even paying attention to the attention I was getting. "Damn ma!" I look up and see a fine light skinned.
I just offer him a smile. Honestly I have no room for guys, I have work, and my daughter. Although I want island to have a sibling, these men not loyal.
"Aye! Was yuh name?" He ask slightly slurring his words. I toss him a water and a mint. "Here, this'll sober you up and the mint is so you won't have suck a., bad breath."
"Oh and my names Camila. You?" I put my hand out to shake, which catches him by surprise.
The man I'm guessing is Princeton starts cracking up. "Yooo! She gave you a mint for your breath my nigga."I mugg the fuck out of him which seems to get his attention. "I'm Princeton, miss Camila."
I chuckle lowly, "yeah I know you."He eyes me before relaxing and enjoying his night. The light skin drinks the water, popping the peppermint. "My name is Donny."
I hum in response. I'm not entertaining no thot and that's exactly what he is.
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