𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖎.

“i feel like i’ma get my black card revoked if i admit i ain’t ever see drumline a day in my life.” satori randomly spoke up to the person who sat closest to her. she simply shrugs before bringing a handful of popcorn to her mouth. “the only nick cannon movie i’m willingly acknowledging is love don’t cost a thing. and he can thank christina milian’s fine ass for that.” the femme laughed lowly. “you gotta gimme your honest rating tho. ‘cause if sit through this movie and it’s horrible, i’m blaming you.”

already having showed up to the beach some time ago, satori made sure to make herself comfortable along the shoreline before people starting showing up in herds as they usually did. she barely looks up from her phone when she feels another presence sit close by her, not bothering to take the initiative to speak up unless they did so first. it isn’t until the other offers her bottle of liquor does satori finally turn her attention to her. “nah, i’m good. i’m tryna actually remember what the fuck is goin’ on tonight.” the femme jokingly states though her words held truth to them. squinting her eyes at the female’s visage for a moment, she quickly throws a question at her without thinking twice. “you that girl from the radio show, huh?” she tilted her head to the side as she peered over at her. “i’on tune in too much; i got too much shit going on. but i happened to tune in on that last show y’all did.” she started before continuing. “the whole pill scandal y’all dropped about the basketball team? that shit wasn’t cool. i’m all about responsible journalism n’ shit, but something is tellin’ me y’all ain’t do that for good of the school. y’all did it for the purpose of shock value and i’m not a fan of that. y’all definitely coulda handled that shit differently and came with more hard-hitting evidence than one nameless ‘source’ instead of embarrassing the whole team on air and putting every player’s skill and talent into question and potentially fuckin’ up their futures.” the young woman ended her statement with a shrug of her shoulders before turning her attention back to her phone.

finally deciding to leave her room for the day, satori took it upon herself to walk the lobby of the resort in an attempt to check out what activities were being offered for the day nearby. squinting her eyes at how bright it was currently, the femme drops her sunglasses over her eyes dramatically with a soft kiss of her teeth. “are you really even on vacation if you don’t get drunk on the first night and practically sleep your entire first day away tryna battle a hangover?” the woman divulged her business freely, not caring much for the judgement that may follow her statement. “i don’t if i’m insane or stupid, but i might just do zip lining or these atv rides today if i don’t chicken out first. what you thinkin’ about getting into today?” she asked the person who stood closest to her.

“oh, i don’t trust these muthafuckas’ as far as i can throw ‘em. trinity good for getting their asses in trouble and worrying about the consequences later.” the femme stated knowingly, throwing back the rest of the contents of her drink that was left in the her small glass. satori actually finds herself laughing louder than she intended to at the male’s reaction to her comment about him being the more likely victim to get snatched up during their stay. “you soundin’ real confident about that. i ain’t sayin’ we go potentially put ourselves in harm's way for the sake of a difference of opinion, but i’m rarely ever wrong.” she shrugged her shoulders simply with a smug expression written over visage. “you talkin’ about the same samson that played by a chick he thought he was in love with and loss all his hair as a result? we can’t be talkin’ about the same nigga.” she shook her head adamantly as laughter spilled from her lips. “ion know… i feel like you startin’ to prove my theory right the more you keep talking. go on.” the femme smirked in amusement.

as satori baby sat her own drink nearby, she couldn’t help but listen in to the male as he spoke. there’s a small snicker that falls duo before she finally brings her eyes her over to the specific person who the statement belonged to. “i don’t know, i kinda feel like they made sure we landed on the island in one piece before leaving us for dead and tellin’ us to figure this shit out ourselves.” the young woman sipped from her drink with an amused chuckle, though she thought her words held the smallest hint of truth to them. “i love explorin’ and shit, but i’on thinks it’s worth my damn life. i would ask if you the type to try your luck, but personally — out of the both of us, i feel like you’d get snatched up first. that hair might have you goin’ up for a nice lil’ buck on the black market.” she commented jokingly, hoping the male didn’t take much offense to her dark humor.”