On this specific night you’re sitting in the middle of a party you were dragged to by your friends sitting next to your brother having a drunken conversation over the loud music when a tall black figure walks over , sitting across from you guys, her sagging black jeans showing her red boxers & gun in her waistband… her tattoos & Jesus piece hanging around her neck not going unnoticed as she sits down and basically man spreads, watching your every move

“I’m gonna get a drink, yeah?”

your brother says as he stands up and walks towards the kitchen, Emily’s cold & darkened gaze on you as she speaks up

“When you’re tired of your man give me a call.”

she says almost too quietly but still audible enough for you to hear