opening the door of his truck for his date, kziah grabbed her right hand and lead hehr toward the door, he couldn’t help but to laugh at the fact that she still had the striped paper cup from in-n-out still clutched in her opposite hand. the two were so similar that any attempt to be refined would look inauthentic on either side. “you bringin’ that? ghetto.” he taunted playfully, they had stopped by the burger joint before fading the event because they both agreed, school sponsored parties had the worst food. dropping her hand, he wrapped his arm around her dainty waist as they entered the ballroom that was filled to capacity with students. clutching the woman’s waist, he leaned down to speak into her ear. “i told you ‘dat you was gon’ be the finest one in here.” he reminded before offering her a wide smile and standing back to his full stature. “but, i still ain’t tryna’ be at this wack ass party all night. they’on ‘ever play no music from houston.” he complained, his sentiment obviously in jest as he continued to lead kamore further into the area so that they could find a seat. ／ @kamcre. 

she grasped the male’s hand as her heels hit the pavement and pushed the door shut carefully as to avoid squishing her cup although there was a minimal amount of liquid in it. “mhm, i’ma pour something in it, you know they gave me more ice than anything else.” she said with a roll of her eyes. “ghetto as he’ll!” a laugh left her pair as she followed behind him before being pulled next to him. 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 wrapped her right arm around his waist, her eyes scanning the area as she gave a few familiar faces a bright smile and a wave as they ventured further into the vicinity. “stoooop.” she said immediately becoming bashful as she gently shoved his side before she pulled him impossibly closer to her. “i said the same thing to you, i be right every time.” she turned her to place a kiss on his cheek right before he stood back up. “i think we both agree on that notion, i was tryna be in nobody sweaty ass auditorium anyways, trust meeee. they just needed to see me in this dress, ‘cause it’s never gon’ happen again.” once 𝐊𝐙𝐈𝐀𝐇 found a seat for both of them, she sat on his leg rather than the empty seat next to them, lazily wrapping one of her arms around his neck as they watched everyone mingling and dancing. “the strip or the pier and that 24-hour donut place?” she questioned, posing the trio as a suggestion for what they’d do when they decided to leave.

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her brown orbs grew in size at the sight of one of her favorite people, extending her arms to reciprocate the tight embrace. “thank youuuuu, beautiful!” 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐈 responded while returning to her stool, shaking her head at the reaction of the other femme. “girl, don’t be a punk. drink up ‘cause the party just getting started, okay!” tapping the shot glass down against the counter, she brought it back up prior to taking the shot to the head. once she chased the liquor down with a swig of fruit punch, she returned her attention to her friend. “i’ma have to keep my eyes on you, i don’t need you beating bitches’ heads in at my party.” she joked in reference to a fight she recently involved herself in.

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 couldn’t help the snort she let out as she teased her. “that shit taste straight like somebody from hell made it and the fact that you talkin’ ‘bout four!? hellish.” as much as she expressed how she hated the drink, she didn’t bother chasing it; she disliked it off of the simple fact that in her freshman and sophomore years, she drank so much of it. after downing the fourth shot, she slammed the glass down on the table and pushed them aside, her face still twisted from the strong taste lingering in her mouth. 𝐊𝐀𝐌’s eyes shot toward 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐈’s, her lips curving upward into a mischievous smirk as she placed a hand to her chest and feigned hurt. “now why would i ever do that? i’m actually traumatized from the experience, i wouldn’t do anything like that again.” she said with a laugh as she rolled her eyes. “up, up. come dance with me.”

with a red solo cup occupying one hand and her opposing one combing through her blonde bundles, 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐈 resided at the Barbie-themed bar as she took a minute to herself. she had already been pre-gaming a couple hours before, so she was slightly under the influence even though she’d never admit it. “what’s in your cup?” she asked the person that sat next to her with her brows raised out of curiosity. “don’t even answer that, we finna’ get you some shots,” she turned to wave the bartender over. “can you get us 4 shots of Henny each? thank you!”

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄’s main goal at this exact moment was locating her close friend 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐈. it was hard to miss the beaut that stood at the bar and so she made her way over to her, slinking one arm around her waist as she pulled her into a tight embrace. “happy birthday, babyyyyyyy!” before she could even respond, the waiter slide shot glasses in front of them. “now. you know i hate henny.” she fake gagged. “outta every possible drink in the world you could get me. but, since it’s for your birthday, i’ll do it.” raising one of the glasses, she held up the drink so they could tap them together before throwing it back, repeating the action with the following 3 drinks.