"The tone of the novelist Myinaijah is dark, focusing on the underside of city living."
By the age of six years old, 22-year-old Na'Lome Nola Emani has lost both, her mother and father and with that tremendous loss, her life took a chaotic...
Friday, April 13th 2O18|PlayHouse Nightclub|Los Angeles, California| ••
[What Na'Lome wore to the club ]
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Na'Lome💋 A strong musk conveyed the atmosphere, a mixture of sweat, expensive perfumes, and even more expensive men's cologne, and the faint scent of spilled liquor.
Man, I love this shit
Man, I love this shit
Man, I love this shit
It's two o'clock and I'm faded
This Kush feeling' amazing
I got a voicemail on my phone
From a lil' breezy feeling x-rated
She told a nigga she hurting
I'm in the car and I'm swerving
I walked into her bedroom, I put it down that's certain
Man I stay on that Ciroc, Man I stay taken shots
Man your girl be on my jock, maybe because I'm everything you're not
"Aye foe throw that ass back for me ma" I hear Enoch's fine ass command as he's holding his red plastic cup that has Dussé, with no chaser to the brim in his left hand and a handful of my ass in the right. On command, I beginning to dip and grind, moving my hips in a circular motion targeting his genital area. Moving a piece of my 30-inch silky straight jet black Peruvian hair out of my damp face. And taking a sip out of my cup mix with Dussé and coke chaser.
Partying like this is our last night on earth, avoiding the repercussions of the dramatic hangover that will soon be waiting for us bright and early tomorrow morning, just like a rent notification. In the dark environment, the only lighting was the darting lights of the LEDs that were placed throughout the section. I looked out into the crowd as I saw the few familiar figures sitting and blowing hookahs, conversing and drinking in the rectangular table that was draped with a red table cloth, with numerous bottles. A couple open and some still sealed closed, and a few others on the overly crowded dance floor just like Enoch and I, grinding and dancing their drunken bodies on one another to the music with cups of liquor in their hands as well.
"Happy motherfuckin' birthday Iveren!" I yelled looking over in his direction where he was dancing not too far from us with a full-figure woman. Who too, took a glance in our direction and sweetly smiled as Iveren raised his cup and cheerfully cracked a smile and nodded towards us. My friend look fresh as hell, his once full goatee was now well-trimmed that made him look even younger and he sported an all-black fit with a matching black bomber jacket with some sparkling stud diamond in both of his ears.
