I’m down to plot, do some 1x1s. Hmu.

“Majorette.” He muttered snapping his finger in disbelief when he was wrong. “That’s was going to be my first guess actually but I’ve been seeing nothing but cheerleaders around here so I went with that.” The airdrop notification popped up on his screen as soon as he unlocked his sleek device and he wasted no time accepting it. “I got it, thanks. But I mean yea it’s straight. I don’t see too many THU students in here but it’s a nice vibe. What about you? Take any shots yet?”

𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐄 had found a section to keep herself occupied at while already on her third shot of the night. adjusting her black shades that covered her dark brown orbs, she held up her phone at an angle to her liking and began to record herself singing along to the song that played in the background. ‘ all the lord gotta do is give me a record deal right now. i’mma know what to do with that type of money. ‘

“Shit who you tellin’? Police shook down that fuckin’ movie night we had.” Sharife said matching his best friends smile as they moved into the familiar motions of their handshake. It had been a minute since they last seen each other recently but it didn’t matter too much because the way campus had been looking lately he understood why. Ending their handshake with a snap of his fingers as well, he joined in on the laughter haphazardly before schooling his features a second after at the jab. “Ah, you got jokes? You been holdin’ that in? Fuck you bro.” He joked shaking his head as he lifted his bottle to his mouth to drink. “Yea we do, a lot of shit changed my way I gotta talk to you about. I ain’t even on the basketball team anymore.” Sharife had been waiting to talk to him about dropping off from the basketball team — wanting his opinion on the matter. It almost felt like a bad decision but he had to make a tough decision.

a smiled spread across his face as his ears perked as they caught the tune of his best friend’s voice, MARCELLO nodded in agreement to the man’s comment on the music. “after jamaica, It’s just been hectic on campus, and i’ve been caught up in the office.” he muttered exhuastfully as he cuffed his friend’s hand, then shook it, before snapped his fingers after releasing it. “what about you? how’s life been treating you, mane. i’ll probably be living under a rock after that recent loss.” he laughed, his distinctive dimples appearing on his cheeks as he released the joke that he had been considering for a while. he just couldn’t wait to see SHARIFE so he could let it go. “im just jiving though, we got a lot to catch up on.”

“That’s what I’m sayin’. Play some Tevin Campbell or somethin’. The DJ slackin’, I ain’t heard a hit yet.” Sharife stated matter of factor as he approached Marcello, his hand out for their usual handshake. “Where you been at? Feel like I ain’t seen you in a min’ bro?”

The male was excited to see what tonight had in store when he stepped into the night lounge. In all honesty, he just wanted to get drunk and two-step all night with his friend. “Is this place closing down or something?” MARCELLO eyes darted across to the doorman upon hearing his request to pay extra due to his tardiness. there is no denying that he almost turned around after hearing that shit; however, he is doing everything he can to keep this night alive. upon receiving the money, the man’s face initially displayed an expression of annoyance before transforming into one of glee. there was definitely a vibe to the music, the atmosphere, and the people, and he couldn’t wait to turn his hoe out. at that moment, the waitress passed by, and he grabbed a few shots, throwing them back with a puckered look due to the strong, bitter taste of the alcohol. “It’s alright man, where’s the jodeci? Is it some ginuwine or something?“ 

Sharife sat his bottle down on the table top next to him and offered up a small smile when she laughed. “You gotta air drop that to me for the gram?” He patted down his front pockets in search of his phone and fished it out the moment he found it. Sharife listened intently as she talked and tilted his head to the side in slight confusion when she mentioned being more of a dancer. “Oh aight. You on the cheerleading team right?“

𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐄 had found a section to keep herself occupied at while already on her third shot of the night. adjusting her black shades that covered her dark brown orbs, she held up her phone at an angle to her liking and began to record herself singing along to the song that played in the background. ‘ all the lord gotta do is give me a record deal right now. i’mma know what to do with that type of money. ‘

Keeping it as respectful as possible, he watched her down her shots and nodded understandingly at her response. “You got the stomach showin’, a lil chest action.” He commented with a smile, his hand moving up to motion to the areas he was mentioning on his own body. His chocolate eyes diverted down to his own attire at her compliment and he made a playful show of wiping down his shirt and lifting his right foot to show off his shoes. “You see me?” Sharife started, jumping into a quick pose before he laughed. “Nah I ‘preciate it tho’. I really just threw some shit on. How’s your day been?”

Turning away from the rows of bottles after downing two shots of Hennessy and handing over his money, Sharife clutched a bottle of D’usse by the neck vowing it to be his only other drink for the night. “You know who DJin’? They gotta play Return of the Mac.” He questioned the person standing next to him as he leaned back against the bar top; surveying the crowd.

Sharife noticed a woman holding up a her phone when he happened to glance off to his side. Instantly assuming she was either recording or taking a picture, he snuck up behind her and bent down so that his frame could be seen in the cameras view. He posed holding up the peace sign whilst downing some of the contents of his bottle. “You make music?” He asked as soon as she was finished and sidled up next to her.

𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐄 had found a section to keep herself occupied at while already on her third shot of the night. adjusting her black shades that covered her dark brown orbs, she held up her phone at an angle to her liking and began to record herself singing along to the song that played in the background. ‘ all the lord gotta do is give me a record deal right now. i’mma know what to do with that type of money. ‘

Sharife twisted the top off of his drink, glancing to his side when he recognized Selah’s voice. “If you wan-��Preparing to mock her and her teasing tone, his words stopped short right along with the bottle of D’usse that was halfway to his lips as he took in the sight of her for the first time with an obvious double take. His head shifted back slightly and he smiled lowering the bottle back down at his side. “Who you come out here dressed like that for?” The male said admiring her appearance from head to toe moving his other hand to rest his stomach in his slanted position. “You look good tho.”

Turning away from the rows of bottles after downing two shots of Hennessy and handing over his money, Sharife clutched a bottle of D’usse by the neck vowing it to be his only other drink for the night. “You know who DJin’? They gotta play Return of the Mac.” He questioned the person standing next to him as he leaned back against the bar top; surveying the crowd.

Turning away from the rows of bottles after downing two shots of Hennessy and handing over his money, Sharife clutched a bottle of D’usse by the neck vowing it to be his only other drink for the night. “You know who DJin’? They gotta play Return of the Mac.” He questioned the person standing next to him as he leaned back against the bar top; surveying the crowd.

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“If you just cooperate, we can get you out of here in the next hour!” The male detective promised, hoping to get some sort of confession or answers out of Sharife. Unlucky for him, while Sharife genuinely didn't have a single clue on what happened to Trinity's Fallen Five, he was also well versed in his rights and besides, he quickly noted the clear deception apparent in the detectives voice when he spoke.

Slowly, his chestnut brown eyes flitted up from the vans he adorned on his feet - thankful he hadn’t worn a pair of Air Jordans like he originally planned - to the detectives that sat in front of him. They bounced casually between the white male and an hispanic woman that were attempting to question him - if you could even call it that considering they weren't successful in getting anything out of him aside from growing aggravation.

“We just want to know what happened to five of your classmates?” The woman tried this time, her words kind and soft as she dropped her interlocked hands on top of the table. And this time when his irises shifted in her direction, they stayed there for a moment, noticing just how objectively attractive she was in a George Lopez Tv Show Wife kind of way.

But when the novelty wore off, he let out a sigh and stretched out the length of his legs in front of him while he rolled his neck in an effort combat the stiffness he was starting to feel. “Can I get some water or somethin’?” Had been the first and only words he uttered since being led from the back of the police car to this interrogation room.

“Five of your friends are either dead or missing and you don’t seem to care?!” The man detective took to yelling clearly over his good cop routine as he slammed his hand down on the hard table.

Still unperturbed, Sharife watched the action and chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m sorry for them and their families. Honestly. But I don’t even know who those people are. So they aren't my friends” He replied tired of this whole dumb ass situation himself, “If I’m being arrested, I want my lawyer and the charges you filing against me. If not, take these fuckin’ cuffs off of me and let me get my ass home!” He answered with finality in his tone and a pensive stare shooting in their direction as he slouched back in his chair, lowering his cuffed hands to rest comfortably in his lap; mumbling incoherently under his breath about how maybe his mama was fucking right.

We still locked up?

Deep in conversation, Sharife's brow furrowed at the obnoxiously loud chants that were being yelled over the movie and chatter that was going on around him. The male paused mid sentence when he looked up to gauge the disturbance, noticing instantly that the movie had been paused and a crowd of people were starting to make their way onto the field. "Yo, what the fuck is goin' on?" He called out in clear frustration at the fact that their movie night was being sabotaged by protestors.

Immediately his hands went in the air when a pair of police officers started to approach him which in turn caused him to slowly stand to his feet ready to defend himself if he needed to. "Why yall out here fuckin' wit us? We aint doin' shit but watchin' a fuckin' movie." He spat out in irritation snatching his wrist out of one of the officers reach when he went for a grab and instead pointed behind him at the protestors. "Man we mindin' our fuckin' business on our campus and they out here trespassing, disturbing the fuckin' peace but we the ones yall fuckin with? That's crazy." He hissed out ignoring every word the officers said to him. He kissed his teeth when an unsuspecting officer stepped up behind him and grabbed for his wrists; cuffing him. A dry chuckle fell from his mouth and he nodded his head.

"Just okay? I thought it was actually pretty good. But I can see where you coming from. I just think if we can let movies like stomp the yard, you got served and what not get they shine. So can Drumline." He replied offering his thoughts on the whole situation even though he could understand and appreciate where she was coming from. He would definitely still consider it one of his faves and a classic. Sharife's eyes shifted back down to his bag at her question before picking it up. "Hot wings and Garlic Parm wings. You want some?" The male asked moving his hand to hold out the box towards her. "I haven't ate any of them yet." He added showing her the unopened box. While he waited for her to decide, he let out a small chuckle at the way she shook her head before humming in sarcastic agreement at her words. "Yea so you are one of them? What's your favorite movie?" He questioned before his attention was pulled away by the protestors.

‘ the plot and storyline was… okay. if i can remember correctly. ’ AVERY flashed a look of confusion as she tried to recount the movie’s plot. she shook her head before looking down at the bag by his feet. ‘ what’s in there ? ’ she questioned with curiosity. shifting her focus back to his question, she shook her head once more to physically respond to his question before she did verbally. ‘ noo, i just like commenting on the stuff i don’t like in the movie, hm ! ’ 

“Like a murder mystery type of whodunnit? ‘Cause that could be a dope ass activity for Halloween if it’s planned out right.” Sharife agreed offhandedly, coming up with a few different ideas of his own in his head. “I mean I feel like I’m pretty quick. I play wide receiver and the point is to run fast.” He said through a shrug, a grin spreading across his face when she began to side eye him. His tongue danced over his lips as he tried to stifle his laughter but he failed miserably and lifted his hands to point towards his car. “I mean I ain’t gone leave you behind since you right next to me. But you gotta be able to keep up and make it to the car with me. First sign of danger you gotta be quick, jump on my back or something.”

❛   i just think the opportunity can’t be missed!   ❜  SHAI chuckled under her breath, her shoulders shrugging which accompanied the smug grin she wore on her face.  ❛   it would definitely be good for a whodunit type of activity. i don’t know, i might have to write that down for spooky season.   ❜  she reasoned with him. while it might not have been the best idea to divulge in while they were all sitting outside in the dark, it did make her mind wander and she wondered if anyone had the same train of thought she was having.  ❛   well! are you quick on your feet? that’s what it’s gonna come down to. your legs are pretty long, so i’ll feel like you’ll make it quickly. but also… what you running for?   ❜  only one of her eyebrows raised as she tilted her head down to side-eye sharife.  ❛   you’re supposed to be out here protecting us!   ❜  already knowing, she jokingly shook her head slowly in disapproval.

“Zoë was fine as fuck. I aspired to be like that nigga. But this movie made me want to play the drums. I think I joined band right after I saw this shit. I was pretty good but I couldn’t do band and football, so I had to quit.” Sharife set his food down at his side and spread his blanket out over his lap.

upon plopping down onto his blanket, the tall, fit man consumed a few pieces of popcorn. MARCELLO wasn't a guy who liked watching movies without some sort of 'chilling' involved, but he was determined to escape his hectic work life after the vandalism incident; lucky for him, they were playing a movie he truly enjoyed. " this movie really set some unrealistic expectations on how I thought my college experience was going to be like (!) " a low, deep crackle slipped from his lips as he jested to the individual beside him. " like it really had me thinking 'if this nigga was pulling in the band, i know i could be pulling on a regular' type shit (!) "

“ Aight fair enough. His acting doesn’t leave much to the imagination but the plot or story line itself, is what actually makes the movie good. ” Setting up his chair next to hers, he lowered himself into the seat and stretched out his long legs in front of him. A smile curled at his lips at her comment as he set his plastic bag next to his feet. “ You one of those that ruin the movie? ”

‘ it might not be what, but who. nick cannon’s facial expressions in this movie are very much annoying, ’ AVERY pointed out before she tore her eyes away from the movie to look at SHARIFE. ‘ go ahead and sit down. i don’t think you wanna miss out on my commentary, i swear it’s better than this movie. ’ she laughed before reaching into her purse to grab her bag of pink starbursts. ‘ it’s kind of a classic. ’