1 A.M: Some Kinda ..

As you scan the room, someone pulls out a chair and sits next to you. I'm all the commotion, you don't immediately realize just who it is.

Green eyes peer out at you from the face of a dark skinned goddess. They aren't a pure green, more like they'd just won dominate over the brown genes.

She'd started her tattoo collection back in high school, when you knew her in her Jr year, she'd already had a couple. Her lips are stained black from years of religious weed smoking. Still, her teeth shine like jewels when she smiles.

"So, weren't gonna invite me to your party?" She teases. Actually, it's been some years since you guys have said more than a hi-bye. You've never had an actual legit conversation, aside from the first time you spoke. Even then, she'd only shown you to your class.

You reach out to her, signaling you want a hug and she gets up to oblige you. Of course, you manage to turn her around and get her to sit in your lap.

She smiles at your antics, game recognizing game, but she let's you have it. At first she just sits there, fucking with you just because she can. After a shot of tequila though, she livens up and starts to grind on you. Before you can think better of it, you ask about her sister.

"Actually, we're staying together now. Both got kids, both baby daddies weren't shit."

You nod in understanding. You know the way it goes.

"Maybe I should come over sometime." You can't help but try your hand. She hesitates in your lap, and then comes to a stop.

"My services ain't free, ya know." A statement, not a question.

"Here or at your place?"

"It's not free."

You puzzle over that for a second, but honestly, these shots you've been taking are doing it to you. So, you do the only logical thing: take another shot.

"What about my boy Drew, can he come , too?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, you can tell this isn't the first time she's been asked this with these sort of connotations.

"Sure, why not. But if yall just looking for a good time, I can cut up in here, too. Shut this motherfucker d~own."

Her laugh is light and playful, and she goes back to working her ass on you. Whatever happens, you're sticking with Krystal tonight. Her soft round ass was like meth to you.

Heh. Krystal Meth. Fucking aye.

You take another shot.