▲ AYE STACEYYY

“How am I ‘supposed’ to know?”

"You're there aren't you?"

“Hey hey. What’s going on?”

“A lil pool party, shindig, thing. Ion even know.” 

"You're suppose to know these things, Tommy.."

“Oh you already smashed, huh? I think the best thing I could’ve done was come here smacked, this food is about to taste 10x before than it already is.” Saint said ordering his food before stepping aside. “It’s been productive. I’ve gotten a chance to really network and put myself out there and the opportunities I’m getting are honestly surreal as fuck. I’m grateful, how things goin’ on ya end?”

"I should have too, but I only drink. I try to say no to drugs" She laughs. "It's been okay. For one of my gifts, one of my family members bought me a .com for a year so I have to set everything up and sell something now"

Saint shook his head chuckling some as he bumped her fist with his before shrugging some. “Imma probably get that turkey leg like you said or maybe some nachos but I’m definitely getting a funnel cake. You getting anything?”

"I ate a funnel cake earlier. So I'm not that hungry. At least right now. How has post graduation been for you?"

Hearing the whisper in his ear, Saint turned quickly to see who was speaking to him and chuckled lowly once he caught a glimpse of Stacey. “You know damn well you can’t be doing shit like that, especially when I’m high.”

"Exactly why I did it" She laughs giving him a fist bump. "So what are you going to get?"

“A nigga got the munchies, its about a funnel cake or sum'n.” Saint said out loud as he walked alongside other people through the fair grounds slowly but surely making his way to one of the concession stands looking at the different options he could choose from. “Damn ion even know what I want now, this menu got me stuck.”

Stacey walks past whispering in Saint’s ear “Get a turkey leg.” then fakes to the other side so he won’t see her.

“Leftover Champagne? Graduation? I hope you don’t be sick after this. I didn’t know champagne lasted that long. Graduation was two months ago.” Shrugging her shoulders, Vitani maintained a blank expression across her features as she continued to listen. “Yeah, some random just asked me could he touch my bottom in exchange for a turkey leg. I don’t know what these Los Angeles nigga be on. How’s post grad life been treating you?“

"Nah liquor don't go bad. Plus, I never opened this bottle. Something about saving it for keepsake since it was for my grandmother and the bottles had my name on it. Whatever. I have plenty at my house. Wait wait wait. We talking about a turkey leg. Now, that's a good trade to me. It's been good. I got a year for .com website as a present for my jewelry line so I have to put them out there now."