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I looked down at the bottle before looking back at her. "Who sent it?"

She pointed toward the bar. "The lady over there in the red."

When I looked over, I spotted a half-naked female, exposing everything but her social security number. She was smiling and waving like we knew each other. I gave her a polite nod. That was all she was getting from me. I looked back at the bottle girl.

"I don’t want it."

"What you want me to do with it?"

"See the girl in black?" I nodded toward the VIP section across the club. She looked over her shoulder to see who I was talking about.

"The one with the long hair?"

"Yeah."

"Take it to her."

“Okay.” The bottle girl's eyebrows shot up.

"And tell her it's from me."

"Okay."

I watched her walk away with the bottle.

Poncho looked at me like I'd lost my damn mind.

"Now what the hell you do that for?"

"I just wanna see if she finally looks over here."

It wasn't even about getting her attention anymore. Now, I was just curious about the type of woman she is.

CHAPTER THREE

Armani was halfway through her second drink and dancing from the VIP couch like she was on stage instead of in a section.

"You so damn extra," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Bitch, we outside!" Then she looked me up and down. "And you too damn responsible."

"I got work Monday."

"So?"

"So, these bills don't pay themselves."

Armani rolled her eyes.

"Girl, you'll be aight. Now drink up."

I looked down at my hands.

"I literally got a drink in one hand and a hookah in the other."

Armani rolled her eyes. "You are twenty-four years old and worrying about bills while I'm trying to create memories."

"I’m vibing."