𝔹ℝ𝔸𝕏.

𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖎'𝖒 𝖋𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖋𝖚𝖑, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎 𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘.

[brcxtyn]

“I came over, simply to maybe have a beer with him, as tradition. Two movies and six hours later, I’m trapped.”

[brcxtyn]

“I feel like it should always be on a Friday, see. Nothing but a scam. I left the bar before twelve last night because I was sleepy, so maybe I could be just getting old.”

[brcxtyn]

“Was it just me or did The New Year being in the middle of the week not hit? I literally spent the day with my dad, who made me watch all THE GODFATHER movies. Send help.”

[brcxtyn]

“If it’s not the best drink you’ve had in a while, I’ll pay for it.” Pleased that the woman trusted her drink taste, she drained the rest of her glass and placed it on the bar, ordering another before she introduced herself as well. “BRAXTYN.” Her charming grin honed her introduction. “It’s nice to meet you, Nai.” Offering some assurance, she piped up some as the DJ began to play a song that she was very fond of. “Are you ready to bring in 2020?”

[brcxtyn]

“I value my clitoris, man. One wrong move down there and it’s over.” BRAXTYN’S heart rate spiked as he neared her, audibly sucking in the deep breath she was asked to take before the needle was pierced into her nipple. “Holy shit…” She groaned as she experienced an obvious pain, although she did believe that the people in the videos she watched had overreacted. She was careful not to flinch as her sensitive area throbbed from the puncture. Capturing her bottom lip between the gates of her teeth, she was much more prepared for the second impale. Once he was done, she let her eyes flutter open and she captured eye contact with MESSIAH. “That’s it?” The infliction in her tone non-verbally expressed that she anticipated the act to hurt a lot more. “That wasn’t bad at all.”

[brcxtyn]

BRAXTYN was on her second glass of her favorite drink; and to say she was feeling good was an understatement. As the soft voice called out to her, she slowly turned to face the familiar face. “It’s called a Hennessy Guava, it’s my go to. And it’s kinda cute.” She expressed, holding up the drink that was pink-ish in color. “But it’ll sneak up on you, so you might spend the New Year dancing on top of this bar.” With a wide smile, she playfully smirked at the beauty before being the narrow black straw back to her lips.

[brcxtyn]

“I need a commissioner or something. Someone to schedule my games and matchups.” BRAXTYN teased as their conversation continued in the metaphor of a basketball game. Listening to him describe the memory, she pursed her lips and twisted them to the side. “Isn’t that a piercing on the...man, see. Now why would you even wanna do that?” With confusion written across her face, she both of her hands on the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. “I’m not scared, but I do want to get it over. Quick and painless.” Leaning back against the chair, she took a few quick, deep breaths closing her eyes to brace herself for the actual piercing.

[brcxtyn]

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[brcxtyn]

Upon hearing the sound of MESSIAH’S baritone voice, BRAXTYN peered up and she immediately met his smile with a grin of her own, suddenly reducing to a pout when he recalls a conversation they’d had earlier. “I don’t even have a starting one shit is tragic, best friend. What are we gonna do?” Throwing back her head dramatically, she placed her hand in his and stood to her feet, following him to his suite. “Have you ever had anyone pass out while you’ve done this?” The question was asked purely for her entertainment as she sat down on the leather tattoo chair, she pulled her hoodie over her head, leaving her in a crop top. “Because I’ve watched a few too many YouTube videos of people acting like getting their nipples pierced are a certain death.”

[brcxtyn]

BRAXTYN entered the tattoo shop and she approaches the receptionist’s desk immediately. “I have an appointment with MESSIAH.” She claimed with a small smile playing on her lips, pushing the hood off of her head completely. Once the receptionist expressed that he would be with her in a moment, BRAXTYN took a seat on the lobby’s sofa. Her phone garnered her attention as she her law school groupchat had started to gain momentum again, despite them being on break for a few more weeks. With a sigh, she muted the group as she waited for the male she’d jokingly, but affectionally referred to as her best friend since the day they crossed paths. ( @tattedanointedone )

[brcxtyn]

【1.】❛ 𝔹𝔸𝔻 𝔹ℝ𝔸𝕏𝕏 POSTED ADDED TO HER IG STORY!

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[brcxtyn]

i can’t stay up for shit, ever. i’m gonna be in ims for the rest of the night! don’t be scared to come through, or like this and i’ll come to you!

[brcxtyn]

“Boy I know you fuckin’ lying! Look me in my eyes and tell me you ain’t ever been sprung. You blink and I hear WUH-PSH.” The onomatopoeia was used to imitate the sound of a whip cracking wish caused her to fall out into hysterics at her own joke. “I’m just messin’ with you.” She resolved. “And yeah, follow me on Instagram so when you see my gofundme, you won’t hesitate to donate.” BRAXTYN was honestly surprised at how quickly she became comfortable with MESSIAH, despite the very weird way that their conversation began. Honestly, she had forgotten that she was across from him under false pretenses.”Alright, deal. Simply because I don’t turn down free food.”

[brcxtyn]

BRAXTYN has often heard stories about overzealous women, but she truly believed that the age range he was speaking about was entirely too young. “In middle school!? Mama should’ve been worried about learning her US History. That’s a shame, really.” Playfully, she cocked her head back in faux offense at hearing that she would have more influence over a white male opposed to a man of her own persuasion. “A white boy? Is that because you don’t think black men can be that whipped?” Her tone held a certain affliction in it that expressed that she was extremely interested in hearing his expounded view on the matter. “But you were here to eat alone, now you have to pretend to be my date. If you ask me — that’s worth a free meal, MESSIAH. Plus, I got my school refund check and I slick been ready to blow it on something.”

[brcxtyn]

“I can work my way around a firearm.” BRAXTYN assured him, as she was no stranger to handling guns. “You’re sitting across from me right now, so I’ll say that they weren’t that fatal. Ever seen a Thin Line Between Love and Hate?” Her eyebrow slopes upward as a smirk rugged at each end of her shapely lips. A small laugh followed the statement. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being a portrait on somebody son’s skin. Also, with those skills I’m sure you can make me look even better on a canvas.” Crossing her legs underneath the table, she looked up at the waitress came over and greeted her. “Can I get a mimosa with strawberry purée instead of orange juice? Oh, and put everything on one bill.” Once the girl walked off, she turned to MESSIAH to explain her earlier action. “It’s the least I can do for crashing your silent brunch plans. I’m BRAXTYN by the way.”

[brcxtyn]

“A Google Voice, I should invest in that. Or a gun, because at the rate I’m going” Taking a mental note, she closed the menu finally and she placed it to the side. “Oh, so all you need to get your number is to be a baddie? You gonna have a real fatal attraction on your hands, handsome.” Tilting her head naturally as she spoke. “I’m a good view at least. You may wanna draw me for a tattoo next.” BRAXTYN teased as she leaned back against the booth’s cushion. “How long have you been doing tattoos?”

[brcxtyn]

“It’s just this person that conned me out of my number. Some people just don’t take no for an answer.” BRAXTYN clarified as she turned her head to see if the male was still lingering around. “I’ll move as soon as he’s not staring at the side of my face, I’m sure you were trying to enjoy your solitude.” With a wide smile, she leaned by on the table, pressing her forearms to the surface. “That’s nice.” She spoke generally before nodding toward the animal that he was drawing. “It would be a bad ass tattoo.”