📍𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

Twenty-two.

That was enough of a reason to go all out.

You n yo girls had one of the biggest sections in the club.

Bottles lined the table.

Sparklers goin off every five minutes.

The DJ kept stoppin the music just to yell,

“Make some noise for the birthday girl!”

You was feelin good.

Pretty as hell.

Hair done.

Nails done.

Dress fit you perfectly.

Your girls wouldn’t let you buy nothin all night.

“You the birthday girl,” Kiana laughed, handin you another shot. “Yo wallet stay in yo purse.”

Across the club…

Another section was just as loud.

Maybe louder.

That’s where Kaiser was.

Twenty-five.

Street nigga through n through.

Everybody knew his name.

If it wasn’t because of the money…

It was because of who he ran with.

His section was packed.

His homeboys surrounded by girls.

Liquor everywhere.

Somebody kept orderin bottles like they was free.

Kaiser wasn’t really payin attention though.

He was posted on the back of the couch, noddin to the music while one of his homeboys was in his ear tellin some story.

Then…

He looked across the club.

“…Who that?” he asked, noddin toward yo section.

His homeboy Dre turned around.

“The birthday girl?”

“Mhm.”

“Ion know.”

Kaiser watched for another second.

You was laughin so hard you almost spilled yo drink on one of yo friends.

Everybody around you looked like they was havin the time of they life.

“You starin,” Dre laughed.

“I’m lookin.”

“Same thing.”

“Nah.”

Before Dre could say anything else, one of the bottle girls walked over.

“Birthday section wanna send y’all a bottle.”

Everybody looked across the club.

You had already turned back around, too busy dancin wit yo girls to even notice.

Dre grinned.

“Oooo.”

Kaiser looked at the bottle.

Then back at you.

“…Send two back.”

A few minutes later, two bottles wit sparklers came to yo section.

Kiana looked confused.

“…Who sent these?”

The waitress pointed across the club.

You looked over.

Kaiser had lifted his bottle toward you.

You smiled politely n raised yours back before goin right back to dancin.

Kiana looked at you.

“You know him?”

“No.”

“He fine.”

“He aight.”

“You lyin.”

“I ain’t.”

Meanwhile…

Dre looked at Kaiser.

“You ain’t gon go talk to her?”

Kaiser fixed the watch on his wrist.

“Nah.”

“Why not?”

He looked over as you threw yo head back laughin at somethin yo friend said.

“…She havin too much fun. I ain’t interruptin allat.”

Dre smirked.

“…Since when you considerate?”

Kaiser stood up, grabbed his drink, n adjusted the chain around his neck.

“…Shut up.”