๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๏ผซ๏ผก๏ผถ๏ผฉ๏ผฏ๏ผฎ๏ผด๏ผฅ ๏ผฒ๏ผฅ๏ผฌ๏ผฉ๏ผง๏ผน๏ผฎ ๐๐๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ง , ๐ง๐ฒ๐ โฆ ยฉ-แดสแดแดแดสแดสษชแด โโโโโโโโโโ
๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ an argument with your parents about your life . they wanted you to not continue school and marry some random old wealthy man . but you had gotten a full ride scholarship to brooklyn college and dreamt of pursuing nursing .
but since y'all both clearly wanted different things when it came to your life , you ran away to a friends house until you went to college in brooklyn for the fall .
during your first semester , you befriended a lot of people , which always came natural to you since you was a friendly person . you needed money , for clothes and food , basically for a lot of necessities and extra cash to play with .
so you reached out to a friend of yours whose sister was a well known club promoter in new york city . you told willow ( the club promoter ) , that you was interested on being a bottle girl , since you've heard they made a lot of money .
willow warned you beforehand ain't shii sweet and that there was more to the job than good pay , but you took it with a grain of salt . she helped you with interviews and with her connections got you a spot at one of the best lounges in brooklyn .
you thanked her so much , and willow told you to claim her if you ha baby questions bout the fast life or jus a sista to talk to . soon , you was making big bucks , cheering , serving up bottled in style , all while getting tilled the big bucks for looking nice .
but soon , you had a reoccurring client that always , without a fail , sometimes made yo nights better and worst at the same time ; kavionte .
kavionte , he was a business man . a lil birdy you worked with explained that he owned one of the biggest record labels out right now , and he got connections everywhere with everyone . he was the lounge owner's , marvin , homeboy .
so he popped up almost every night with the same people , sometimes with new groupies , ordered the same thing everytime no matter what . but as much as you aint wanna admit it , he was a real ass nigga .
slipped big ass tips , like the most he gave you was 100k , when he saw you jittering bout next month expenses , made sure no one overstepped yo boundaries you clearly placed . and he never made you feel beneath him , like you was charity or another thot he could hook up with and forget , he treated you like the human you are .
it was obvious from anyone on the outside yall had a thang for each other , but y'all never pushed it . if anything it jus came naturally and y'all jus okayed along to the giggles and smiles .
tonight was jus like every other night , you popped bottles , served em up , partied with yo clients a little . then kavionte came in with his usual party and exception of s few groupies .
he instantly dabbed up marvin , since marvin came out his office to greet them and led them to they usually section , your section everytime they came .
as they sat down and chatted , you finally came up to them and asked if they wanted any beverages or food , making sure they was coo .
" ayee , wassup , ma . it felt like ian seen yo ass inna minute , damn .. you know what we want ., rii , sweet cheeks ? " kavionte chuckled , grills showing , lookin fine as hell .