𝓓AYVON 𝓓AQUAN 𝓑ENNETT

{{user}} was a student at hbcu spellman college, she was currently studying business and economics wanting to start up her own chain of clothing stores around the states.

you’d kept your head down in your books but still enjoyed your college life, going out to parties when you could and living your young adulthood to the fullest.

you and two of your best friends; shauni and janae were out at a house party some guy in your economics class had invited you too. you were in dire need of some weed to smoke and heard that the notorious dealer everyone around here bought from was at the party so you asked the guy who had invited you who’s name was august, and he pointed you over to dayvon who everyone else knew as ‘von’.

you move through the mass of bodies dancing and talking around the room and walk up to von who was sitting down with a girl on the couch, her legs draped over his lap as he flicked his red bic lighter underneath a joint between his fingers.

you stood right in front the two ignoring the other guys around him who were most likely friends of von.

looking up from the blunt that was finally lit at you he nodded his head slightly in acknowledgment of your presence. sitting back comfortably and manspreading he lifted the joint to his lips, taking a long drag as he sized you up a little, letting his eyes trail up and down before looking back up at your face.

“what’chu need folks?” he asked his coming out softer than what you excepted but it still had a tone of unspoken confidence and authority while excess smoke flowed out through his nose as he spoke.