❛     see, they had me bent for a minute, but what really put the icing on the cake was the being slimmed part.  ❜     JEMILA sucked her teeth in an animated fashion as she looked down at her slimy attire. 

"the cleanup finna be hell but you still lookin' good, can't be too mad at that." ( chance knowingly smirked while wiping some slime off of his face. ) "all I know, niggas better start getting the answers right cause I ain't doing this shit again."

big hater vibes, I ain't tripping though.

Imani finally finished curling her hair and curled the front strands to the side to better frame her face. She lastly pulled out her favorite pink gloss and applied it to her lips to complete her look. She couldn’t lie she was a little excited for this date with Chance. He looked like the typically guys she would go for. His smile is what made he stand out from the others to her and hopefully she made a good choice. Looking at herself one last time she was happy with her outfit and she hoped he liked it too. Imani left the bathroom and made her way over to the designated date area. The table was small, but everything was still decorated beautifully. She took her seat and waited for Chance to arrive. “Hey handsome” @chcnced

( he shook her hand back and then slid back into his seat smoothly transitioning from standing to sitting. ) "a bartender, that's coo I fuck with that. I ain't big on alcohol too much cause that shit do not taste good. I swear yall be lying about casamigos, henny, patron, all that shit taste foul but I ain't gon' hold you, a lil mixed drink do be hitting sometimes." ( chance put his hands up in the air one time, shrugging as well. ) " I cut hair, got my own shop back home in baltimore. i'm real big on my community and shit like that so its more than just a shop. I be promoting the young niggas, whether its music, clothes, whatever they do that ain't selling drugs, and gang banging that's what we don't do. I came here fa' love, to find me a lul' shawty to take home to moms but who don't want 50 racks too. "

Imani finally finished curling her hair and curled the front strands to the side to better frame her face. She lastly pulled out her favorite pink gloss and applied it to her lips to complete her look. She couldn’t lie she was a little excited for this date with Chance. He looked like the typically guys she would go for. His smile is what made he stand out from the others to her and hopefully she made a good choice. Looking at herself one last time she was happy with her outfit and she hoped he liked it too. Imani left the bathroom and made her way over to the designated date area. The table was small, but everything was still decorated beautifully. She took her seat and waited for Chance to arrive. “Hey handsome” @chcnced

( chance cut the switch on his clippers after he finished lining up his hair. times like this made him thankful he knew how to cut hair because he wasn’t trusting anyone out here to touch his head. he ruffled his curls back and forth to finish it off and then walked out of the bathroom. ) “a fresh cut take ya a long way, especially onna first date.’ ”  ( he wasn’t talking to anyone in particular but he never needed anybody for him to start talking, he was just a character naturally. chance walked out to the area for the date with imani, sitting across from her. ) “shit I guess  everybody I go on a date with just gon’ be fine as fuck. wassup lil mama, im chance nice to meet you.” ( one thing about him was that he was going to say what was on his mind, good or bad, respectful or not because he couldn’t hold back. ) “tell me a lul' sumn about ya."

“You be the first person, I’ma fill the containers aight?” @itsgirlt0mie

( chance waited in the middle for his partner to come over with the first item. by the size of her cheeks and lack of food poking out he knew it was liquid. ) “you done started us off with the worst one, this better be some oat milk cause ion’ drink dairy.” ( he lowered his head and got underneath her with his mouth open waiting for her to drop it in. ) 

( chance followed her to the spot on the lawn, still checking her out on the way, even more when she did the turn for him. ) “ ‘preciate that shawty but its all about you, shit. you said if I’m for it? you finna learn real quick that ion’ turn down no type of food, ever. especially greens if they cooked right. I’m from B-more but I was raised by my country ass grandparents and I know when food is good and when it aint.” ( he lowered his body into the seat and looked at the food. he stuck his pinky in the potatoes to get a taste as his manners went out the window. ) “so what you looking fa’ while you here huh? you want love fa’real or you just gon’ be playing niggas for the money?”