“God bless the invention of canes, honey.” ( ERYN announced as she pranced into the function with a playful dip in her step, migrating towards a person she could recognize) “…I love me some platforms, chile and this is definitely the perfect occasion to flex on ‘em…but please don’t let me buss. my. ass.” 

For Satan’s spawn, you actually look really nice, E.  Even if you fall, I’ll be there to catch you or maybe I’ll be thinkin’ fast and save you before you get the chance. [HUNCHO complimented the woman with a large smile displayed on his visage.] 

“See this?! Is why I be ready to shank you,” (ERYN lifted her cane towards HUNCHO’s direction just enough to gently poke his shin. reluctantly a smile formed.) “...but I’d appreciate your assistance as always. and you look pretty damn fly, too. remind me to have someone take pictures of us, please?” (she fluffed out the wig he wore and chuckled some.) 

( COKO made her way inside with a heart-shaped lollipop in her mouth and a royal blue cane in her other hand, playfully eyeing those that she passed by, but making a face at those she caught doing entirely too much.) “some doin’ too much already, but some of ya’ll lookin’ all well too.” 

“Oooouuuu,” ( ERYN spotted COKO approaching in a super fly get up and she nodded in approval. she playfully limped in her direction ) “you look real playa, playa pimp. you doin’ just enough.”

( SAKI stared at the work of art in front of her with narrowed eyes and glanced at the person beside her. ) is contemporary art really art, or a bunch of nonsense that we’re supposed to force a meaning out of? let’s wake up that discussion. 

      “now, Saki, sweetie...” ( ERYN slowly panned her eyes in her direction, while smirking ) “what’s the strain? ‘cause that’s a real ‘hits blunt’ moment if I ever heard one.” 

                  ‘ now chile, i said black art & you took that to bash black male artists. we love misandry, though, so i ain’t mad at ‘cha. you got that lil expensive lookin’ corset on tonight, you buying me some art ?  ’

              ( upon the mention of her corset, ERYN clutched her chest area in a playful fashion and giggled. ) “for the love of all things v, like vagina, versaille, vintage and vivienne ! snagged it at an auction, so it was only right to wear. but! not you pocket clockin’,” ( she chuckled and roamed her eyes around ) “were you even able to find somethin’ you like thus far? i’m still lookin’ myself.”  

( 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈 sauntered around the room of artifacts, zeroing in on the pieces that caught her eye, reading the small blurp written up about each acquired item. she was surprising herself with how interested she was in the art. the presence of someone directly to the side of her caused her to pick her head up and peer over at them, a dainty smile graced her lips as she turned back to the sculpture they were both enamored by. ) on a scale of one to a mona scott young production, how uncultured am i if this is my first time in a museum?

          “oooh, that’s one hell of a range, mamas.” ( ERYN winced as got to thinking and allowed her fingers to press against her chin ) “...you’re clicking, and done clicked down. but, four! don’t feel bad, though...most museums are filled with stolen shit Europeans deemed as somethin’ spectacular when they’re mediocre at best...”