@zneakerz
it wasn’t everyday that robyn got to go out and go to parties - even though she was a grown woman and in college, living her own life, she still had to run behind her younger brothers to make sure they were alright and everything was settled with them. sure it got a little frustrating sometimes, but it was family and she’d do anything for her family. she’d been doing almost everything for them ever since she was a little girl. was it fun? no, not at all, but it needed to be done. when she finally got to relax and unwind, parties were always the best way to do it in her opinion. there was nothing she liked more than a crowded house filled with people, music, alcohol and weed. it reminded her of the parties she used to go to during her summers spent back in jamaica, unfortunately for her, this wasn’t that kind of party. it was filled to the brim with people, and there was music and alcohol, but not the kind of music she would usually count as proper turning up music. and there was no weed to be found. she saw a few people doing lines of white powder, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what that was. she was beginning to get frustrated and was two seconds away from pulling out her phone and dialing the plug’s number on her way out of the party, before a slightly familiar face caught her eye. the face had aged by about ten years, but it was still relatively the same. there was no way she could forget that face. “yasir?”