“ i know you didn’t wanna but i’m sure he’s not home, his cars not here but i could be wrong. ” he says with a slight shrug before he turns to walk up the steps, his hand placing a knock on the door and trying to turn the knob, it’s locked of course so now he’s cursing his brother under his breath. he turns around and gives the femme an apologetic smile as he waits a few more moments.

—— incoming text message from carson › wrong number ❓❓

carson: yoooo i’m a bit fucked up

carson: can you come get my car for me and take it to chase

carson: he’s probably not home but oh fuckin well i can’t drive

she doesn’t hesitate before her hand makes it’s way to his, giving him a slight pout. “ see exactly, i’ll be knocked out before ten minutes even passes honestly. — okay well can you order it while i go to the bathroom please ?? ”

—— incoming text message from lauryn › plug 🔌🤍

lauryn: when you gonna slide

lauryn: i need to smoke & i need food

lauryn: so pls hurry up n we can smoke

lauryn: i’ll buy your food after

“ eh my sisters basically my only friend. — she tries to be a wingwomen but i normally don’t talk to girls. ” he admits with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “ maybe you are & yes plenty. ” his brow raising.

— A CONVERSATION WITH RICHIE RIGGS. ✧

@dvsrcspectful !!

the males just minding his business with his crowd of people in there own little section of the party where they smoke and do other illegal activities of their choice, he’s got a good buzz going on, he’s in his own world as they pass joints around in the circle, his friend is talking to him but he drowns him out as he notices the other from across the room, they’ve got his attention, he can’t figure out why he’s so intrigued by them but he is, so he decides to make his way to where they are, working up the nerve to say something. — after a few minutes he takes a deep breathe and goes up to them. “ hey. ” he says softly.

“ and how exactly am i doing that ?? ” a slight raise of her brow as she studies the other, smiling at the waiter as they pass. “ well obviously i’m coming with, just don’t let me drown. ” a giggle passing her lips.

— A CONVERSATION WITH RILEY RIGGS. ✦

@dvsrcspectful !!

the femme isn’t usually late for a party, but tonight she just couldn’t seem to get anything to work for her, her hair wasn’t cooperating, her outfit just didn’t seem to look right, and she couldn’t find the right shade of lipstick. — eventually an hour later she’s got herself together, finally. she makes sure she has all her things in her purse, slipping her heels on as she makes her way out of the door and to her uber, letting them know the address of the party. —- once she makes it there she gets out of the uber, digging down in her purse and grabs her lipstick to touch it up as she walks up to the entrance and waits for the bouncer to let her in.

“ good. — i wouldn’t have gotten up if it wasn’t for you. ” she says, her eyes looking to the other for a brief moment, a smirk falling over her lips. “ you know that i mean both, c’mon now. ”

—— incoming text message from vanessa › cutie from work. ♡

vanessa: could you possibly let me know if i’m supposed to be working tomorrow??

vanessa: pls n thx

vanessa: & if i’m supposed to i’ll pay you to cover for me??

chase: when you wake up come over, wake me up and we’ll get breakfast or sumthn.

—— incoming text message from chase › my slime 🤑💕

chase: are you coming over or not

chase: i got places to be and shit to do

chase: you take forever to get ready if you’re coming let me know so i can get carson to do my shit

brinley: alright whatever you say. can you like come over?

—— incoming text message from brinley › 🙄🤍

brinley: baby who you tryna run from?

brinley: me or all your problems?

brinley: you will never solve 'em.

brinley: you don't even know yourself.

he sighs softly as he exits the car, taking the key from her and putting it back in his pocket. a hand coming up to run through his hair. “ could you um.. wait just a minute?? — if chase isn’t home then i can’t get in. ” he ask, another apologetic smile forming on his lips.

—— incoming text message from carson › wrong number ❓❓

carson: yoooo i’m a bit fucked up

carson: can you come get my car for me and take it to chase

carson: he’s probably not home but oh fuckin well i can’t drive

“ my bad. ” she says as she gets up, sitting beside him, her head now resting on his shoulder. “ just for ten minutes, i’ll be out like a light. promise.” she says as a yawn passes her lips, a hand coming to rub at her eye. “ you wanna order food or just go to sleep ?? ”

—— incoming text message from lauryn › plug 🔌🤍

lauryn: when you gonna slide

lauryn: i need to smoke & i need food

lauryn: so pls hurry up n we can smoke

lauryn: i’ll buy your food after

brinley: well no. but still, you don’t act like it so, i wasn’t sure.

—— incoming text message from brinley › 🙄🤍

brinley: baby who you tryna run from?

brinley: me or all your problems?

brinley: you will never solve 'em.

brinley: you don't even know yourself.

chase: ok

chase: night princess

—— incoming text message from chase › my slime 🤑💕

chase: are you coming over or not

chase: i got places to be and shit to do

chase: you take forever to get ready if you’re coming let me know so i can get carson to do my shit

“ literally though, i wouldn’t waste my time getting out of bed for nothing, or yours either. ” she says, giving a smile to the other as she reaches to turn her music back up, as she pulls out of the spot she had pulled into. “ now, what are we going to go fuck up ?? ”

—— incoming text message from vanessa › cutie from work. ♡

vanessa: could you possibly let me know if i’m supposed to be working tomorrow??

vanessa: pls n thx

vanessa: & if i’m supposed to i’ll pay you to cover for me??

“ i’m just kidding. ” she says, pressing a kiss to his cheek softly before she finishes her wine and sits her glass on the table. “ well duh, but that sounds more fun than promo stuff. ”

— A CONVERSATION WITH RILEY RIGGS. ✦

@dvsrcspectful !!

the femme isn’t usually late for a party, but tonight she just couldn’t seem to get anything to work for her, her hair wasn’t cooperating, her outfit just didn’t seem to look right, and she couldn’t find the right shade of lipstick. — eventually an hour later she’s got herself together, finally. she makes sure she has all her things in her purse, slipping her heels on as she makes her way out of the door and to her uber, letting them know the address of the party. —- once she makes it there she gets out of the uber, digging down in her purse and grabs her lipstick to touch it up as she walks up to the entrance and waits for the bouncer to let her in.

“ that must suck. i mean i have a few select people that i can tolerate. — maybe you can be one that i like a little extra. ” he says, a nervous laugh falling from his lips as he watched her, a slight eye roll following. “ i have plenty of time to wait. ”

— A CONVERSATION WITH RICHIE RIGGS. ✧

@dvsrcspectful !!

the males just minding his business with his crowd of people in there own little section of the party where they smoke and do other illegal activities of their choice, he’s got a good buzz going on, he’s in his own world as they pass joints around in the circle, his friend is talking to him but he drowns him out as he notices the other from across the room, they’ve got his attention, he can’t figure out why he’s so intrigued by them but he is, so he decides to make his way to where they are, working up the nerve to say something. — after a few minutes he takes a deep breathe and goes up to them. “ hey. ” he says softly.

#same