“i ain’t gon’ argue ‘bout no m&c wit’ the hungry ass woman. dat’s the first lesson i learned while growin’ up.” shakur joked as his teeth toyed with the straw of his drink. his onyx irises traveled over sierre before he could tilt his head, the straw still in the corner of his mouth. “the difference of hearing ya rappin’ and my shit, is that ya can always check my shit on soundcloud, spotify, whatever. meanwhile ain’t nobody heard ya, see wha’m tryin’ to say?” shakur grinned and shook his head. “i ain’t much of a damn mc or a freestyler, but i can fuck ‘round wit’ shit, like...” he said and took a lil second before spitting a few lines in his mellow manner. “we ain't got time, i drop my demons off, yeah, clear my mind. ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime. all these fucks, they cappin' 'round here, they stay lyin'.” sha’s hands accompanied his little freestyle with some light gesticulation before he shrugged it off and smiled. “see, it’s all ‘bout fuckin’ ‘round, spittin’ shit, not givin’ a fuck and gettin’ bag for dat.” he chuckles before leaving his games behind and checking the gps. “whatever, smart ass. bitch sayin’ we gon’ be there in 5 min.” he announced and dropped her phone onto his lap.
"i might be, i might be not." shakur replied evasively as his fingers danced over his knee, along to the beat that played through the car. "ya damn mac&cheese ain't goin' nowhere, or just make a stop and finish 'em so there won't be no pain in ya ass, senorita." the male suggested while battling the urge to chuckle. he then took a sip from the drink that was for him, his eyes aimlessly watching the road. "it's coo', ya ain't gotta do this." shakur shrugged it off not trying to force sierre to do anything. "how long 'til we get there?" he questioned completely ignoring the gps. "can we take them pumpkins wit' us tho, once we finish and shit?"
shakur nodded in agreement while his hand reached for another drink, the same he had before. "i was hopin' someone gon' slay as ms. de'vil 'cause dat movie was good as hell. but aye, ya look is in my top 3 tho." sha semi rose his cup up to salute the male. "i'm shakur, coo' to meet ya bruh. but uh, it's this..." sha took a quick look at his cup as if the name of the drink was about to appear on it. "..the one wit' 'quila, something 'bout nightmares." he failed with it's name and just reached for another cup of the same drink and handed it to tyriq. "the party's on fire man, gives dat damn spooky ass spirit."
sha leaned over the bar to pick a few cocktail cherries so he could drown them in his own drink. a chuckle stays behind his lips that soon curled into a side smirk. "ion see no prollem in sayin' ya own." he replied, before adding. "cruella's one of my fav' villains, so ya have all the reasons." his eyes then took another lap over all costumes while sipping on his drink. "i was 'bout to say the thriller is dat look." his grin now exposed the gleaming rocks over sha's teeth. "i guess he can proclaim himself a winner since we said so. i'm shakur, by the way." the male introduced himself before finishing his drink.
shakur sat his ass right on top of the bar's counter; that's the way he would be able to see everyone and everything. trying to get a little more fun for himself, sha slid a few mollies into his mouth, swallowed with easy and then took a sip of dreams&nightmares. "which costume ya diggin' the most?" sha questioned the nearby person who was standing by their lonesome.
“ya tellin’ me what to do, ms. ma’am?” sha questions through a chuckle in his voice and side eyes the meal; tell him to do something and he would probably skip on doing that. but tonight he felt like not being an asshole and gave himself a promise to behave. he pulled his own phone out to slide a few replies here and there. “huh?” he tore himself away from the phone to analyze what sierre wanted from him; once the assignment was understood, shakur quickly put the gps on and got back to sending out final text. “on some play play shit..” sha got back to reality as he shoved his device into the pocket of his designers. “can ya throw a few lines for me?” the male tilts his head to the side and lightly elbows the female, making sure not to interrupt her from driving. “i know ya ain’t the shy one.” he teased before looking over at the road.
“words are all i have, i guess.” sha shrugged before chuckling. “although i barely use ‘em in my own tracks. what’s yo’ fav’ song tho?” shakur inquired so he could turn it on, his eyes peeking over at sierre. while the female was placing her order, sha hummed to the track, one of his knees resting up against the panel. “for me? how generous of you, suga mama.” sha’s lips twitched at the side in a smile as he helped sierre with the bags. “ya have a nice voice tho. have ya ever tried singin’ or rappin’?” when she was placing her order sha did catch a note in the female’s voice so he though he should mention that.
“whatever i want? ya better be careful wit’ wha’chu wish sometimes, chica.” shakur chuckled before turning on ‘who you foolin’ by gunna. “dat beat is fuckin’ genius. makes ya feel like ya in japan sittin’ under a damn sakura tree, smokin’ loud and gettin’ di’ sucked.” he shared his not really needed thoughts about the track while toying with sierre’s phone in his hand. “i wanna pet a goat, or a damn horse.” he smiled some before smirking. “yo, i guess we forgot our boots ‘n shit. they better clean dat damn shit after dem animals, ain’t trynna step into none.” sha spoke while studying diamonds on his wrist. “i’m good, thanks.” due to his lifestyle and always busy mind, shakur kept forgetting to eat or to even remember that he was hungry.
shakur took the phone from her hand and aimlessly scrolled through it before finding some trap beats. "anything ya wanna hear tho?" he decided to be a generous dj and ask if there's anything she would like to listen to in particular. "a fun ass farm? is there gonna be hella chicken runnin' 'round?" shakur questions as he looks over her then back at the road. he wasn't intimidated by the reckless driving since he was the one who drove like a devil.
sha got out the car as she pulled up. he took a moment to look around, his fingers readjusting diamonds over his neck, out of habit. "so wassuh, where do we start first?" he questioned and answered his own question. "we better get dem pumpkins."
shakur was leaving the givenchy store, his hands occupied with shopping bags. as soon as he stepped outside he got surrounded by the group of paparazzi. something sha wasn't very much used to, yet nothing really new. he tried to push through the crowd, yet the cameras right in his face were tickling his last percentage of nerves. "sha, are you and zion skyy dating?" they kept yelling and forcing answers out of the male. the line has been crossed when one of the noisy bloggers blocked shakur's way and pointed the camera at sha, the lense almost kissing on his nose. that's when shakur blew up. with a swift motion of his hand, he snatched the camera and tossed it to the side, maybe, just maybe purposely hitting the rest of the crowd. "hop off my dick, bih." sha's rasp growl rolled from his lips as he kept on moving. he opened his car and threw them bags inside before getting on the driver seat and pulling off. just when he did so he had to hit them breaks since he almost hit the person. "the fuck, watch where ya goin'!" he exploded completely, and only then he recognised his almost to be victim. "ay, my bad.. ya aight?" he got out the car and approached them to make sure he didn't actually cause any harm.
“bruh, ion kno’ wassuh wit’ dese scrippa clubs over here.” shakur said as he drove his cayenne turbo gt through the night city. yachty, his homie, lit the blunt and handed it to sha after taking a good puff from it. “what the fuck ya doin’ out’chea then? thought ya already checked dem clubs out. sheesh, my g, i’m lowkey highkey disappointed. takin’ playa points away from ya.” the male with red braids said as he trolled his friend. shakur kissed on his diamond teeth before letting out a chuckle. “suck my dick, boat. i’m just busy. let’s go to vanity, one of dem engineers said it’s aight.”
the two rappers moved through the crowded club, they were aiming towards the vip section to start their night at. “hey, you’re playboi, right?” a soft hand touched shakur’s forearm, forcing the male turn around. when people had a nerve to touch him was all type of red flags for sha, his devil like gleaming eyes shot at the female who stood there and looked up at him with bambi eyes. she wasn’t fooling no one with those big, round eyes, just by one look at her sha could tell she was a bad ass. “yea, wassuh?” shakur nodded slightly as his irises skiing down her curvalicious body. the shorter female chuckled in accomplishment that he sees her and what she’s working with. she stepped closer and stuck her hand out. “i’m zion. i know you’re from atl, so i just wanted to holla at ya, handsome.” as she spoke sha took her hand in his and gently squeezed it, not really planning to let it go as he watched her closely. “aye, ya from the a too?” his grin beamed over his face as zion nodded, her full lips forming a smile as well. “zone 6, baby” she said while licking the corner of her mouth, leaving the tip of her tongue there for a second. “it sucks i neva met ya out dere. ya wanna join me and my slime?” sha gestured towards the section he was heading to. yachty was already there, having fun with a few dancers. “why not, boo.” zion agreed and sha took her with him.
as the night moved at it’s own pace, zion’s arms were wrapped around sha’s neck as her hips seductively moved on his lap, drawing eights way too temptingly for sha to remember to breathe. his hands were cupping her plentiful hips. “how ya liking it in san francisco?” zion purred, her lips inches away from his own duos. “i guess i like it much better now.” sha smirked as he sunk his vvs teeth into his lower lip. “i wonder what’s the reason?” the female chuckled softly as her hips began to grind and rub against shakur as his palms possessed over her fat bottom cheeks. “ay, ya two, find a room.” yachty, being a troll, had a nerve to not mind his business as he yelled through their section, while he was dealing with two girls, completely other females that he was with before. “dat’s ain’t dat bad idea tho.” sha muttered against zion’s lips. next second his own duos stretched in a devious smirk as zion’s soft, exclaiming sigh collided against his lips; his digits invading her private zone and slithering into depth of it, appreciating the feeling of the moist walls clenching over his slender fingers. it was dark enough in the vip section and their bodies were way too close to each other for shakur to worry about anyone seeing them.
𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟐𝟔, 𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟎 𝐚𝐦.
zion couldn’t really tell how many rounds they had once the two woke up and before shakur left her place. once the male was gone, zion walked with a slight limp over to her bed and plopped down on her bed. she reached for her phone and went through the pictures the two took together. her cheeks instantly flushing red, she bites on her lip to hold on from smiling wide. her manicured fingers quickly tapped over the screen, she had to let her girlfriends know about the night she had, making some noise in their group chat. not thinking much, zion posted a few pictures on her instagram page before turning her phone off to get some sleep which she very much needed.
psyche: what's their head space like? do they have any mental illnesses? how do they process difficult or emotional situations? what are their coping mechanisms?
shakur feels like his mind moves way too fast; the process of thinking, analyzing, visualizing, musing, it never stops for him, which is very tiring. he’s secretive when it comes to personal problems, secretive as hell, his mind is like a boiling pot which is about to blow up soon. probably the reason why it’s easy to piss him off. to silent and slow his mind down, shakur dives deep into music and drugs. that’s his comfort zone, that’s how he feels safe, and sometimes, safe from himself.
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