Stoner

Meeting The Beauty

"Aye man we going to go to Cash Out so we can move this dope," said Darren's close partner in crime Tariq. "Ight give me 30 minutes to get ready." Darren was about 26, chocolate colored, had a built up frame, a low hair cut, he was sexy, he had the sexiest dimples, and he was 6'1. Darren hopped in the shower, brushed his teeth, and shaved. He threw on some dark faded Imani jeans, a green polo shirt, with some black Jordan's. Darren loaded his glock and stuck it in the side of his jeans. He grabbed his phone and the keys to his whip and was ready to ride out. Darren took out his phone and dialed Tariq's number and said "Man I'm about to ride out."
"Ight bet."
With that Darren hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. He hopped in his Lamborghini and drove to Cash Out.

Darren walked in and spotted Tariq. "Wassup nigga," said Darren and gave Tariq a handshake. "Aye man I got this shit, so chill," said Tariq and walked off. Darren walked to the bar and spotted a beautiful woman. She was brown skinned, had hair that fell a little below her shoulders. She had a tiny frame compared to his. She was sexy and he saw she had a nice smile since she was laughing with her friends. She was wearing a crop top, mini skirt, with some jays on. Darren was so caught up staring at her body, he didn't see her looking at him.
"See something you like," the young beauty called out.
"Yeah I see plenty," said Darren as he walked over.
She looked him up and down.
"My name is Darren."
"And my name is don't care," said the beauty and continued talking to her friends.
Darren put his arm around her waist and said "I like my girls hard to get."
"Nigga please," she said and removed his hand from her waist. "Come on let's go dance girls," said the beauty and walked on to the dance floor and left Darren staring at her. She gonna be mine Darren thought.