𝐒͟𝐏͟𝐈͟𝐂͟𝐄͟𝚂𝚉𝙽.

                 ‘ that’s gone be cute on you, do it !  ’

              ( she arched her groomed eyebrow upward as the male spoke. SPICE took a sip from the slushee, which caused her to loudly pop her lips together. clearing her throat, she raised her hand midway into the air. ) ‘ ay b, you know how much them repairs cost ? it’s giving you about to donate to the spice vehicle repair fund. we do take cash & credit donations only ! well, i’m moving away from this damn trash can. you betta follow along. ’

              ( emptying the mini bottle of tequila into her seven eleven slushee, SPICE ambled around the space of the party. she greeted a few familiar faces before stopping in front of a trash can to dispose of empty bottle. ) ‘ chile, not you just posted up near the trash can. what performers have i missed ? my car was acting a lil’ you know — messy. ’

                 ‘ girl, i gotta get my new license plate & my car acting goofy. it probably ain’t even nothing major but that light won’t go off. i ain’t gots time for a pull over.  ’

                 ‘ airbrushed by spice, mwah.  ’

                  ‘ you an artist ?! uhn uh ‘cause we finna go demand that they show your stuff ! exactly, i don’t want no white man art hanging up in my house. that’s allowing demons in for free.  ’

                  ‘ you gots to love your commitment to sexuality, miss jackson. you need to go pose for an artist ‘cause that body is a work of art, chile. lemme buy a sculpture of that, ahkay ?!  ’

                  ‘ 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 ?  ’

                  ‘ exactly, but i think they gone be selling them. i just know if it’s a black woman in the show, she gone eat them all up. you buying tonight ?  ’

              ( as soon as she was about to shoot back with a bratty remark, she was brought to a halt in her strut due to his block of the entryway. cascading her nails around the landscape of his face, she tilted her head to the side. she placed her free hand against his chest in an attempt to forcefully push him out of her way. a suppressed chuckle escaped her as she shook her head. ) ‘  keenan, i know one thing — you better get the fuck outta my way ‘fore i bulldoze you. don’t even pretend like that shit is just on me because the friendship was one sided from the jump ! we weren’t friends when you went in the pen so i kept the same energy. there’s your answer, i ain’t no fake bitch. your lil’ antics got consequences. ’ ( she released a low & slow breath as her line of vision was at his decree. she brought their stare, slapping his hand away from her face. SPICE harshly nudged at the brawny male’s rib cage to free up space so she could move. her index finger targeted the center of his face as she refuted. ) ‘  nah, it’s spice to you ‘cause you a stranger. you on strike two with the insults. if we get to three, i’m lighting your ass up like a christmas tree. i know you ain’t forgot that much during your governmental vacation. ’

              ( SPICE eyes carefully followed the male, unsure of what his next actions would be. as he approached closer to the door way, she backed away while facing him. her defensive stature & closed body language stayed persistent, which was unusual for the woman. ) ‘  friend is old for a reason, right ? man, come inside before you let bugs in my place. my neighbors are also nosy as hell & you unpredictable so... ’ ( after their ingress, she closed the door behind them. her eyes shifted from the flooring beneath her, back up to the taller male.    ) ‘  are you gonna answer my question, what brought you here ? if it’s one of those rehabilitation make amends assessments then we good. you ain’t even gotta do all of that. you know i get straight to it. ’

              ( SPICE furrowed her eyebrows together at the sound of the loud banging against her door, which naturally caused her defensive instincts to heighten. the woman had an expression of frustration upon her visage as she approached the door, which was intensified by the statement that followed. aggressively snatching the door open, she began projecting her voice. ) ‘  who the fuck is knocking on my door like they the feds ! uhn, uh have you lost your damn mind ? well if you have, it’s not sittin’ on my damn porch. ’ ( her expression shifted from frustration to a somber squint of her brandy orbs once she realized who it was. it was an odd appearance considering the friends hadn’t spoken in quite some time. she crossed her arms over her chest & rested her weight onto her right hip.   ) ‘  what are you doing here ? you can’t just be poppin’ up unannounced like niggas don’t shoot ‘round these parts. ’