On the outside everything seems fine, but on the inside Shawn is a broken man. He only has his daughter with him as he struggles and battles through his addiction. Beyoncé seems to be the finishing piece of his puzzle, but she has her skeletons too...
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I shifted awkwardly in my seat as I glanced around into the crowd. Solange dragged me out of the house tonight when I really didn't want to leave my bed. Everybody had drinks in their hands except for me. Well I had one, but I opted for water instead of anything else.
"Solange, I want to go home." I complained into her ear.
"Damn, Beyoncé. Have a good time for once. You always in such a crabby mood. Loosen up!"
I rolled my eyes intensely at her. I couldn't have good time here sober. It was impossible. "You're going to lead me to drink."
"And no I'm not. Just shut up and dance!"
I rolled my eyes and did take her advice. I shook my ass a little bit on the dance floor. Solange had to hold my short ass dress down while I twerked. I eventually got tired and decided to sit my ass back down. I ordered another water and a plate of wings.
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I turned around and started people watching while I ate. My eyes danced around the dance floor watching everybody have a good time, it almost made me smile. Until I looked up and shook my head as my eyes locked with none other than London's father. I prayed to God that I wouldn't run into him. Of course I did though. As long as he keeps his distance.
I turned my head immediately and spun the barstool back around to face my wings. These honey old bay wings were hitting the spot. I even paid an extra $2.00 for all flat pieces.
Crossing one leg over the other I got even more comfortable.
"Damn, ma. You smashing them wings."
I looked up and rolled my eyes. "Not interested."
"I can't know your name?"
I licked some sauce from my fingers and turned to face the stranger completely. "Last name: interested. First name: Not."
He laughed it off. "Aight, Cool. It's cute that you have a sense of humor. I respect it though. See you around." He walked away and I saw Solange coming back to me.
