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"i need a drink," sierra sighs.

"uh oh," her friend, jasmine says, just as her other friend, deja says, "let's go to the club."

jasmine glares at deja before turning to sierra. "whats wrong, si?" she asks. jasmine reminds sierra a lot of rayana. she's motherly and a natural caregiver. deja is too, but she's always looking for a good time.

sierra shrugs and lolls her head to the side. "work," she partially lies. its mainly work, though ever since jack called her and she went to see him, her head hasn't been clear. work isn't distracting enough, because when she's not focused on getting an IV in someones arm, her mind wanders to jack every time.

her friends don't know about jack calling and her going to see him. they would only tell her to work things out—even jasmine—and she doesn't need any more influence. it doesn't help that he lives twenty minutes away from her, and is bound to stay in the city for another few days if he's not busy.

"then let's go to the club tonight!" deja exclaims, like it's an obvious choice.

sierra nods because she needs to take her mind off of him for at least one night—even if that requires her getting drunk off her ass. "aight, novice, or what?" jasmine asks,  leaning back in her chair and taking a bite of the lunch she brought for the three of them. novice was their go-to club, ole reliable if you will.

sierra shakes her head. "no. i'm tryna go to onyx," she says. onyx was a popular club frequented by rappers and people with that status, therefore making it expensive. she's only gone two times; both with jack and her two friends.

deja and jasmine make the same face of surprise and amusement. "oh you got money-money!" deja says, causing sierra to laugh.

"bottles on sierra tonight, yall!" jasmine adds.

the three of them laugh and discuss their plans for the rest of sierras lunch, until she inevitably has to go back to work and they say their goodbyes.

-

when sierra gets home from work, she rushes into her apartment and into her bathroom to shower. she tosses her phone onto the counter and throws scrubs into pile on the floor. sierra shuffles through her music and settles on 'beam me up scotty' by nicki minaj.

before she can get into the shower, her phone buzzes with a text. her heart skips a beat at the possibility of it being jack. every time her phone buzzes, she thinks it's him, and every time she's borderline disappointed.

this time, she was actually excited, though it wasn't from someone she was expecting.

megan: hey baby i'm in ATL 😛 i told u i would hit you up when i was in town!!

sierra: hiiii meg! me and my girls are going to onyx tonight, come thru!

megan: bet i'll be there 😛❤️🔥

sierra: 😋

hopping into the shower, sierra can't help the smile that takes up her entire face. yes, megan thee stallion is hitting her up to hang out, and is going clubbing with sierra and her friends. sierra met megan at a festival, courtesy of jack, and randomly clicked. sierra went in as a fan and left with a friend—still a fan, of course—but a friend nonetheless. they've hung out a few other times, seen each other at other festivals and award shows. every time megan is in atlanta, they link.

sierra raps along to nicki minaj with vigor, excited and buzzing to be going out with her favorite people tonight. going out with her girls was fun, but megan was an experience.

after fifteen minutes, sierra gets out of the shower. she wraps her towel around herself and dries her hands to text her friends about megan.  the moment she sends the text in their group message, her phone starts ringing with a three way call from deja and jasmine.

"bitch are you serious?! don't play with me right now!" deja yells as sierra answers the phone.

"as serious as a heart attack, deja. it's real, we going with thee hot girl," sierra reaffirms. deja screams and sierra can tell when she sets the phone down and starts running around her house.

"sierra you better not be playing with me, because i will beat your ass for real," jasmine says once she joins.

"it's real!" deja screams, prompting jasmine to start screaming. sierra starts getting dressed while her two friends freak out. "i cant fucking believe this, yall. God is so good!"

"yes He is!" jasmine yells, sierra agrees with jasmine. "y'all, now i gotta change my whole outfit. i'm finna show my ass tonight, i don't care!"

"and you better be showing that ass too, miss sierra. you ain't got a nigga to worry about!" deja says, making sierra roll her eyes.

"whatever. be here by nine yall."

-

deja and jasmine record videos and take photos of the three of them as they wait for megan and her crew to come pick them up. they all look bomb, jasmine in a green, marble patterned- chest cut out dress with a fresh, red install, making her look like poison ivy. deja wears a pair of skin tight jeans, a baby blue cross-front halter top with her hair in a loose, but neat bun. sierra sports a black bodysuit with sheer sides that goes from her underarm to her ankle. the back of her body suit is cut out and stops right above her tailbone.

"we look too damn good, yall!" deja says, snapping a few pictures of sierra and jasmine for her instagram story. "we should take another shot." deja suggests. they've already taken one.

sierra shrugs and grabs the bottle of liquor and fills up the three shot glasses. the three girls clink the miniature cups together before downing the clear liquid, scrunching their faces together at the taste. "whew, shit," sierra says, fanning herself.

she shakes out her nerves in a full body shiver and grabs her phone to see if megan texted her.

megan: we outside!!!

sierra: otw 😛

"let's go, bitches," sierra says, grabbing her black prada bag off of the counter. jasmine and deja follow suit and the three of them exit sierras apartment. they quickly take the elevator down, and when they exit the building, megan's black SUV is out front, music blaring.

"hey, yall!" megan yells out the back window.

"heyyy!" the three girls yell back in unison. megan opens the door and the three of them pile in with megan's crew. the car is packed full and a bottle of dark liquor is being passed around.

"it's time to drive the boat, yall!" megan shouts, the flash from her camera blinding sierra. she grabs the bottle and tips sierras head back before slowly pouring the liquor down her throat. "hot girl sierra drivin the boat y'all! jasmine, get in here!" sierra manages to swallow the liquor without making a mess. the first time she drove the boat, hennessy dribbled down her chin, and jack wasn't happy to see liquor get poured down her throat all night, but neither of these thing are happening tonight.

an hour later, sierra is testing out her megan-knees while managing to hold a drink in her hand steady. she throws her ass like her life depends on it, and ignores the ache in her knees. her friends hype her up as she dances to a city girls song. "throw that!" jasmine yells.

after the song ends, sierra pops back up and downs the rest of her drink, swaying and causing herself to trip over her own feet and falls onto the couch. she laughs as she lands and falls onto megan's friend, farris, who has not had a single drink all night, to make sure nothing pops off and happens to megan. "hiii, farris," she says, slinging an arm around his big shoulders and laying her head on him.

"whats up, girl," he says, patting her back. she just laughs and lulls her head to the side. "you need some water, come on." he says, standing up and pulling sierra up with him. she links her arm through his tightly and lets him practically drag her to the bar.

he instructs her to sit as he orders her a bottle of water. sierra leans against the bar counter and looks around the club at nothing in particular, locking eyes with a few guys, who smile at her and she smiles back. "here," farris says, handing her the open bottle of water.

sierra takes two big gulps before setting it down. she looks around the club one last time before sliding off of the stool and walking back with the help of farris.

sierra drops onto the couch between jasmine and deja. "hey, girl," sierra says, taking another drink of water.

"you meet some niggas yet?" deja asks, sitting up to look at sierra. sierra sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes, looking away from deja. she's just here to forget about jack—and maybe a new man would help—but she doesn't want to look for a man.

"speaking of niggas! i saw yours, sierra!" megan says, coming out of nowhere with a bottle in her hand.

"what?"

"mhm. he was going up there with some bitch," megan says, titling her head down and giving sierra a knowing look.

"i know you ain't talking about jack," jasmine says, shaking her head. sierras limbs feel frozen at the mention of jack, but the mention of another woman makes her want to go see him. just to see how he's doing.

megan nods. "mhm. i was gonna say something, but, you know," she says, shrugging.

"i think i'm gonna say hi," sierra says decidedly, sitting up and pushing off of jasmines leg to get up. she fixes her bodysuit and pulls out her phone to check her hair and makeup.

"ooh, i wanna go!" deja says, getting up. by default, jasmine gets up too and the three of them grab hands and starts walking through the club and up the stairs that megan mentioned.

a bouncer stands at the bottom and stops them as they approach. "VIP only," he says, puffing out his chest.

"we are VIP. druski here, aint he?" jasmine asks, subtly pulling the slit of her dress to the side and exposing her lack of underwear. the bouncer drags his eyes down the length of her leg and then looks up the stairs.

he pulls the rope open and the girls walk past him and up the stairs without another word. their heels are inaudible against the metal stairs due to the loud music, so when they reach the top, surprised looks cover everyone's faces.

urban wyatt notices them first, locking eyes with sierra and cocking an eyebrow. she ignores him and takes note of the women up here. six. "heyyyyy," deja slurs, announcing their presence. jack looks up from the girl he's talking to, and immediately trains his eyes on sierra, the slightest hint of amusement on his lips.

"how y'all get up here?" druski asks, giving jasmine and deja side hugs. he narrows his eyes at sierra. "we got beef."

"you got beef. i didn't do shit," sierra retorts, glancing over at jack. he's back to talking to the girl he was with, but he keeps looking over at sierra from the corner of his eye.

"i mean, you blocked me everywhere, including my number. i thought we was cool," he says. sierra rolls her eyes again and crosses her arms over her chest.

"i dont need him checking up on me through you. you all caught strays," she replies. druski shakes his head and goes back to catching up with jasmine. "come on." she mumbles to deja.

deja nods, not needing any further explanation. they walk—strut—over to jack and loom over him and his new pick of the night. "hey, jack," deja says.

he up-nods at her. "deja," his eyes quickly slide over deja and land on sierra, a knowing glimmer in them. it makes her stomach knot and a bubble rise in her chest.

sierra looks at the girl sitting next to jack. she has lightskin and straight black hair, like she's latina. she stares back at sierra, mean mugging her. "how long are you in town?" sierra asks, looking back at jack.

a small smile toys on his lips. "few more days."

sierra smirks at him and glances at the girl next to him. her stare is hard and she leans forward like she wants to say something. sierras smile falls from her face and she matches her expression. "come find me, then," sierra says, tearing her glare away from the girl and putting on a sweet expression when she looks back at jack.

jack gives her a curt nod, his eyes trailing her body as she walks away. she purposely switches her hips more than usual because she knows he's looking. she smirks to herself when she hears "who was that?" come from the girl.

jack has no idea what he's getting himself into.

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okay so since i pre-write chapters, i figured that i'm not updating until i have 3 more chapters written than the most recently posted one so that Forces me to make this book work out lollll i really like this one and i hope y'all do too.

also, if you couldn't tell, sierra is black queen so yeah get with it or get lost 😘😘