Killmonger's One-Shot Collection

Oh Ecstasy

Notes: Reader's night out and she just wants to get loose. Drug mention. Recommended listening: PARTYNEXTDOOR ~ Her Way
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“Okay, that’s enough for you..,” Starlet re-po’s your Long Island Ice Tea and Ashley forcefully sets you down at the bar. You flip your dirty-blonde wig feeling good and beautiful, like Ciara even. Your IG pics did numbers with this wig. It really worked with your tawny brown skin tone.

“What?! All I said was I’m fuckin someone in this club tonight and y’all act like I said I have a bomb strapped to my chest finna blow this plac-”

“Cut her off. Only water,” Luwa says to the bartender who nods.

“Don’t listen to this bishhh,” you plead, “My money is green you better gim my GOT damn drink!” You bang on the bar one time and the bartender looks from you to Luwa before moving on to the next customer, aka Ashley.. which pisses you off. You hold your liquor way better than that lightweight. “Yeah, but I know my limit,” Ashley says. You didn’t realize you’d said that out loud. You kiss your teeth. “I came here to have a goood time and all y’all bitches,” you wave your index, “..Fuckin shit up for me.” Luwa is used to the shits, she takes your Roberto Cavalli clutch away leaving you with your phone.

“Uhm… Bish? That’s part of my outfit so I’m a need that back,” you say reaching out and grabbing at the air. It was true, you wore your black off-the-shoulder minidress with bell sleeves, black heels, and gold jewelry to match the gold charm on the bag. It was stylish and classy. A Look. The bag gets passed to Ashley who definitely isn’t giving it back. She was the mother hen and liked to pull rank over all of you. Your eyes narrow briefly and you let it go.

“I’m a dance with that nigga over there,” Luwa says and her head angles to a dark skin nigga with a fade and full beard. He’s cute.

“Heeey Kofi,” you wave with a wink and he smiles. White teeth. Luwa abruptly pushes your hand back down. She hated when you showed any decency to her men, afraid you might be serious about getting at them. Reassuring her was a constant. “Tell me he don’t look like Kofi Siriboe and you the Jada,” you say watching her face flush. She was litty as a titty too. 

“Drink some water. I’m a link with you all in 20 minutes,” she says sternly before heading off to do the lil thot moves you two practiced in your mirror at home. Youdrink some water thirsty ass, you mutter under your breath and Starlet’s mean ass rolls her tiny hazel eyes. When you first met her you thought they were contacts but her mother had the same eyes. “What bitch,“ you snap. "The water. I’m sippin’ it!” You make a show of taking a sip and she flips you off. She hated when you drank a lot because growing up her mom was a dysfunctional alcoholic. You, however, were very functional.. so oh well. You look back at your lil thot, Luwa. She was throwin that ass and having fun, something you needed to get back to.

Looking around there were a few guys who looked appealing, you only had to choose. With a sip of your water your eyes fall on a tall brown skin guy. He was clean shaven, crisp, cute. He looked like he just left left the barber. His eyes met yours and you looked him up and down before turning away. Boring. You could just tell by his energy. It was in his demeanor, he was too clueless. Your eyes fall on a heavier guy, sturdy with thick limbs and a bigger belly, long locs dyed blonde at the ends. He approaches you and you think of ignoring him just to be petty, but then he offers to buy you a drink. “Nope. She’s cut off,” Ashley says and it pisses you off all over again. “Fuck youu, Ash.” She gives you a curt smirk and you turn away.