still jet-lagged from her travels from home back to ATL, GINGER still wanted to show up to have some fun for night. Once arriving at the park, she began to head toward the most crowded areas as she knew that would signal food. The female’s nose led her to the turkey legs and she was content with life for the night. “I’m not gonna lie, this turkey leg about to hit, all I need is a good ol’ lemonade.” GINGER said to no one in particular as she watched the patrons enjoy the park around her.

Eye did not mean to fade like that. Srry.

no cause I really like to being slapped, choked and called a good girl. praise kink gorlie.

screaming cause that was me. let’s WAKE IT UP!

As she was clasping her flask closed, she almost choked on the liquor that was still sitting on the back of her throat at DEMIN’s comment, causing her to hold up one finger, telling him to wait, non-verbally. “act like you don’t know your friend, sir. Shit, I thought that lemonade was safe as hell until niggas started inviting people we don’t know over.” Looking down at her green and black wrapped container, GINGER began to answer the male’s question. “I am actually drinking Hennessy. Ain’t no sweet shit.“

GINGER had made drinks for everyone, but the mix was set in the fridge and was sure to watch everyone as they did make their own drinks, just for this specific reason, but she knew DENIM was smart enough to not take just any random drink. “I don’t know who she is, maybe someone’s plus one.” She, in return, motioned to the bar that was in the house. “You have that option or the lemonade that I made for everyone is in the fridge.” With her own flask in her jacket pocket, she took it out and downed a shot before closing it back up. “Or you can have some of this.”

“Ginger has the best suppliers, I heard. I’m not sure though, I’m just the bitch who makes the biscuits.” GINGER giggled softly before climbing over the couch to have a seat next to the male who complimented her product. “I take pride in what I do, so your praises mean a lot.” After speaking, she took a long pull from the blunt that was resting between her fingers, exhaling by blowing smoke from out of her nostrils.

"It’s good to know that people are keep Uncle X’s memory alive.” She stated as she bit into a chicken wing, laughing at the male’s antics. “I’m going to assume that you’re about to tear this meal up the way your plate is getting higher and higher.” She mentioned, seeing how his hunger was taking over.