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this was fun, y’all. hit me for the wc.
“I’ll leave the pigging out to you.” She said before playfully patting London’s stomach. “Nah but thanks. I’m having a good time. Love ya.” She said as she wrapped her arms around her best friend spreading her affection as she usually did when she started to feel her alcohol. Releasing her from the quick embrace, Nevé picked up her drink and took another sip.
Naomi couldn’t help her laughter, she nodded her head. “Yeah like a dumbass I learned the hard way. But never again, you ever see me going down that road? Slap me.”
“Me? Slap you? I could never! Maybe a lil’ love tap.” She joked with Naomi. Taking another sip from her cup, Nevé jumped down from the counter and made her way over to the food. She picked up and Oreo and took a bite before picking up another one and pointing it in her direction. “Oreo?”
Dancing on London’s counter, Gianna was way past drunk. She was twerking and gyrating as she sung along to the song currently playing. She almost fell a couple of times before catching her balance. “AAYYY!!!!”
Came back to reclaim her seat on the counter, Nevé noticed Gianna not only standing on the counter but dancing on her best friend’s counter. “I know the bi—” She shook her head knowing she couldn’t be THAT drunk that she was imagining things. “YO!!!!! Girl, if you don’t get your ass off my good sis’ counter?! I know somethin’!”
“Mixing is evil. It ‘s not for all of us, champ.” She frowned her face at the thought of Naomi vomiting form mixing alcohol. “On the bright side? You know how dangerous it is now.” Nevé said with a smile forming upon her face.
“Dank you.” She said doing an Irene impression. “Aw! Lon! You’re cuter! Stop!” She exclaimed as her cheeks began to swell and a wide smile formed upon her face. She began to chuckle at her best friend. “Couldn’t get anything else?” She asked London in a joking manner.
“Bitch — you look fucking good, like always. Why’re you asking me questions you know the answer to?” Naomi quizzed, her smile soft as she looked at the woman. “I honestly can’t stand how good you look right now.” She added, reaching for a red solo cup. “What we drinking?”
Nevé shook her head as she chuckled at the compliments Naomi gave her. “The real question is why do you always gas me up like I’m your cute ass or something?” She asked the female before picking up her cup “This?” She asked. “Is just some cranberry and vodka. Nothing major.”
Nixon made his way into London’s home with a grin curled upon his duo, impressed with the number of attendees. With each step, there was a genial nod motioned towards the familiar faces surrounding him. The vibe he seized as he maneuvered his way through the small crowds felt nothing short of positive. “This should be a nice kickback. Lo never disappoints.”
Noticing her brother, she made her way over to him. Nevé nodded at his statement “You aren’t lying. She always could throw a good party.” She said in agreement. “I feel like I never see your aggy ass anymore.” She joked with her brother.
She chuckling at her friend who made an extremely good point. “Bitch, I can’t feel pretty? Damn.” She said jokingly before rolling her eyes. Following her, she quickly jumped off the counter and made her way over to the nachos. Grabbing one, she inserted it into her mouth. “Nachos? Cute.” She said as she chewed on the chip.
Her encouraging words caused Nevé’s heart to feel full. “Yeah, yeah. You don’t have a stone heart!” Nevé said as she quickly wrapped Amalia into her arms. She squeezed her tightly before pressed her freshly glossed lips onto her cheek kissing it. “Love you too, bitch.” She said before chuckling at the shimmering mark her lips left on Amalia’s face.
Nevé sat on the island in London’s kitchen as she sipped on her drink she recently made. She sat her red solo cup down before going into her bag which was wrapped around her waist to pull out her lip gloss and phone. After doing so, she zipped her snakeskin bag up before opening her camera. She used one hand to hold her phone and her Sin Cosmetics lip gloss. She screwed the top off before looking into the camera phone to apply the gloss to her lips. Doing one last swipe with the applicator, she rubbed her lips together before popping them. “How does it look?” She asked the person closest to her inquiring about her freshly coated lips as she put the small gloss tube back into her bag.
prussian, royal + true.
Prussian — Confess a kink to me?
Choking? Biting? Maybe even a little slap? I’m delicate but like the be handled the complete opposite.
Royal — What’s your favourite position?
Cowgirl. It may be somewhat tiring at times but looking down and seeing how completely in control you are. Especially when he’s making all this wild faces and you’re bringing him right to the edge with your tits all in his face; he’s just losing his mind.
True — Do you remember your first time?
Who doesn’t?
Cerise: Do you know what your ‘type’ is?// Cherry: Who was your first celebrity crush?// Coral: Describe as much as you can remember of your first kiss.
Cerise — Do you know what your ‘type’ is?
I don’t really have a type as far as looks and personality. Just don’t be an asshole.
Cherry — Who was your first celebrity crush?
I’ll take “Nelly” for $400, Alex.
Coral — Describe as much as you can remember of your first kiss.
It was my first date. After we seen Scott Pilgrim vs. The World and he called me his Ramona. Then BOOM! Right before in the lobby of Wolfe Theaters.
Chimera: What’s your ideal version of yourself? // Phoenix: If you could redo something, what would it be?
Chimera — What’s your ideal version of yourself?
A bad bitch who can’t be killed.
Phoenix — If you could redo something, what would it be?
The moment I promoted you from staff to friend.