𝐖𝐓𝐃𝐑.

017.

' 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟏𝟗, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟒 '
chippendales club ━━
new york, new york !

( omniscient )

They were over. Once Pac left Mika's house that night, there was no longer a relationship between the two of them. They went their separate ways and had absolutely nothing to do with each other. She was indeed pregnant with his child, but his pride wouldn't let him believe it. He was no longer upset about the cheating, but he still didn't wanna have anything to say to her and vice versa.

Tupac was standing against the wall of the club Chippendales- it was a Father's Day dance but he was only there to party and perhaps pick up a female to take to his hotel room. He was back in New York and was just doing everything in his power to forget about Mika. He didn't want to see her but it was pretty difficult due to her music blasting throughout the whole building, and seeing posters of her all over Times Square.

It was a lot of people in attendance. He glanced around the area and that's when his eyes landed on two females- one who looked particularly familiar but he only ignored it and went back to chilling, occasionally mingling with others in the club.

"Hold my bag, I'm going to dance with Tupac." Keisha smirked at her best friend, Jamie as she waltzed over to the secluded area, quickly tapping him on the shoulder. He turned around and his eyes lighted up, immediately opening up his arms widely. "Oh, shit. Keisha. I knew you looked familiar but I didn't know for sure." He pulled her in for a hug, placing a kiss on her forehead.

The two didn't know each other that well and only spoke through passing because she was Mika's publicist and he was Mika's boyfriend. Wu-Tang's 'C.R.E.A.M.' started blasting in the club, causing Keisha to grab a hold of his hand. "Come on, let's go!" She drug him onto the dance floor and the pair began to dance, Pac singing along to the words.

"That's not your song. Why are you singing that?" She joked, watching him laugh along with her. In the midst of them having fun, some woman come over, obviously wanting to get his attention. Keisha walked away but not before giving him words of encouragement. "You have supporters out here, you know. I know you're going through a difficult time and I wish everything well. I feel you were put in a bad situation." She pat him on the shoulder before leaving him and the girl to be. New York was Keisha's hometown and she was here to visit since Mika didn't need her at the moment.

The next evening, Pac called up Keisha after getting her number at the club the previous night. "Okay, I'm ready to take you out. Where do you want to go?" He asked her over the phone. "It doesn't matter, but I'm not coming to Harlem." She didn't want to go to his hotel room, and that was Pac's plan when he came to New York- party and get some pussy.

They went back and forth an hour straight before coming to the conclusion to meet up at the hotel lobby so they could go out to eat at a little Italian restaurant. Once they arrived at the spot they were too busy talking to order any food.

"You know, I always thought you were cute, I mean, that's kinda the whole reason why I applied to be Mika's publicist. She tried to be personal friends with me but I didn't want that to happen in case the two of us got together one day. My intuition told me that we'd end up hitting it off, and I guess you can say that my intuition was right." She smiled, reaching over for the glass of wine before taking a sip.