Gangstress

February 1999 (2)

***Marshall's POV***

We got to the club that the release party was at and we were met with a tonne of photographers. I thought it was super weird, but I guess I still just wasn't used to fame. They kept calling for me and Angel, but we didn't stop for them, we just kept walking and ignored them. 

As soon as we walked in we were greeted by waitresses offering us pretty much any alcoholic drink you could think of. I just took a beer for right now, and Angel just got a Hennessy and Coke mix. The club was huge, and it had all been rented out specifically for this night. They had my whole record being played which was super dope. It was cool to hear it being played on a speaker other than my own, or at the studio. The lights were essentially completely turned off, like any other club but with just some party lights here and there and there were tonnes of couches and chairs and tables scattered all over the place. I guess they were expecting a lot of people, which they had expected right. The place was jam packed, with majority of people that I didn't even know! 

Even though I didn't know these people, they all knew me. They were even recognizing Angel, which I thought was weird, but it was probably because of the record we did together. All of these random people kept shaking our hands, and telling me that they were so excited for the album to drop. I honestly didn't even know if all of these people worked for Interscope, and figured some of them were probably just invited from knowing different people in the industry. 

It was honestly super overwhelming having all these people essentially pulling on our arms and trying to talk with us. I had a few people ask me for an interview which I agreed too, since I figured that's what I was kinda here to do. 

Finally after we had made our way through the club to the main portion of it, Dre and a bunch if producers that I had worked with spotted us. 

"There's the man of the hour!" He yelled and motioned for us to come over. "Oh, and his lady of the hour!" He said when he saw Angel walking behind me with her hand in mine. 

"This place is fuckin' crazy, yo!" I yelled to Dre over the music. 

"Whatchu think? Ya like it?" He yelled back. 

"Hell yeah!" I said excitedly. 

He laughed. "Aight, go on, enjoy yaself. Do a couple of interviews if ya want, but just kick back and relax homie. Ya deserve it." 

I nodded. "Aight, thanks dawg." We started to walk away. 

"Ayo! Slim!" He yelled again and I turned. "Ya got a private area upstairs if ya wanna get away from... this." He motioned to the crowd of people. 

I nodded. "Dope! Thanks!" Me, Angel, and all the boys started ducking through the crowd again and found the area upstairs that was designated for us. We made ourselves comfortable on the white leather couches and the waitresses started bringing us whole bottles of alcohol. There was everything from Hennessy, to Malibu, to Champaign. Since Malibu was my personal favourite, I just picked the bottle up and started drinking right from it. 

Angel started laughing at me. "You should really pace yourself if ya don't want whiskey dick tonight." 

"Ya think I could ever get whiskey dick when ya got a body like that?" 

She smiled and flipped her hair. "Guess not." 

I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Plus, I got a secret weapon." She leaned away and raised an eyebrow at me. I pulled a little baggie of coke outta my jacket pocket and dangled it in front of her face. 

She laughed and snatched the baggie out of my hand. "Yup, definitely wont have to worry about limp dick after this."

I smiled at her. "See? Told ya." I grabbed the baggie back and stuffed it back into my pocket for later.