#this was queued.

;; PARRISH AYALA IN THE MOODBOARD - PART I.

         drunk off her ass, it never crossed yara’s mind to call her actual boyfriend. he was the reason why she had gone out in the first place -- but now, and because her daddy had recently presented her with a new audi she didn’t want to see a single scratch on, she found she couldn’t drive, and thus, he was called. her boyfriend’s twin brother, that is. they looked so alike, but his brother was nicer to her. they were friends. she always flirted when they were alone but the male never seemed to catch it. perhaps he didn’t want to believe her. the car pulled up outside the club she’d gone to that night and the blonde was quick to hop inside. “thank you so much for the ride,” she said in all honesty. the tight dress was clumsily riling upwards, showing too much thigh, which she never noticed. yara turned to him before the vehicle started moving again. “tonight was so shitty. the drinks were superb -- but the company. eh. you must come with me next time!”

/ceases vomiting words onto a read more post.