STARTER FOR: @maliaplayer1. LOCATION: Malia’s Birthday Party at Descanso Beach Club. SETTING: 10:00PM.
Adrenaline was a feeling Jack had reserved for the past. You know, that raw, jittery feeling that he often associated with getting so high that he could burst through the ceiling of his mind. And yet, here he was, experiencing this rush in real time and all because of Malia Davis.
He had spent the first hour of her party pacing his home, contemplating what to wear and what to do. Does he show up and keep to himself, allow her to enjoy the festivities without the reminder of what was? Or does he stay home and send flowers the next morning the way any polite, slightly domineering man might do? Both options seem easy but somehow also calamitous.
By some miracle, he leaves his home, driving down to Descanso Beach at a steady pace. When he arrives, parks, and heads onto the sand, the blaring sound of music and mingling strangers envelops him. He gets stopped by some familiar faces and fans, some ask for photos and some simply want to chat away. Though his eyes keep lingering elsewhere, in search for Malia. The music gets louder as he heads deeper into the party, neon paint flying. A body painter stops him mid-walk, practically screaming in his face. “Jack Adler! Come on down, man!” He has no choice but to oblige, plopping down onto the small seat accompanying the booth. The painter draws a bright pink neon heart on his cheek with an M on the inside. “To celebrate the birthday girl!” He calls out, handing Jack a mirror.
He was really in for it tonight.
And then he’s off again, weaving through dancing patrons. Finally, he sets his eye on a head of braids he knows all too well. The singer’s adrenaline kicks in once more and suddenly he’s acting on pure impulse. He walks over, leaning toward the man she had been speaking with. “Mind if I borrow her?” Jack says over the noise, his gaze resting on Malia the entire time he speaks.











