Destiny topped the silver sequin shirt with a pair of black leather pants. She wore simple jewelry to accommodate her fancy outfit. She ran her fingers through her bouncing curls. "Who you getting cute for?" Quan asked, looking at her through the mirror. "Nobody." Destiny laughed, "This outfit isn't even all that." She said. His head jerked back.
"Well from where I'm standing, it don't look like it with all that skin showing. Let's not talk about how them pants gripping you right." He smirked. "You look good though, as always." Her cheeks began to hit up. "Thank you." She walked away from the mirror in search of her heels, "You ready?" She asked.
"Been ready. I was just waiting on your snail ass." Quan said. Destiny waved him off, walking out his bedroom. He grabbed the keys to his truck, following behind her out the house. Quan missed partying every night; though he hated having eyes on him. The drive to the club was silent, a comfortable silent.
Destiny thought about the words she exchanged with her sister. She didn't feel bad about what was said, but more-so how she said it. It wasn't her intention to hurt Deedra's feelings— however, she needed her to understand her frustration when it came to their Mother.
So deep in her own thoughts, Destiny didn't even realized they were now parked in the clubs parking lot. Quan lightly tapped her thigh, "You good?" He questioned. She sighed, "I got into a heated situation with my sister over our Mom." She came out with what was weighing on her mind. It sort of slipped out.
"Sometimes you just gotta let people go through things themselves so they could see and understand where you coming from." He told her. Destiny shrugged. "I don't even wanna think about. Let's go enjoy our night." She quickly changed the topic then planted a kiss on his lips. He nodded with a smirk.
The two got out the truck, walking over to the entrance. "Yo! My man, Q!" The bouncer greeted Quan with a handshake. "What's up wit you, Dean?" He made conversation. "Ain't shit. Looking and living." The guy stated. After wrapping up the conversation, Destiny and Quan entered the nightclub.
He held on tight to her waist knowing how thirsty the niggas in here could be. He led the way over to the V.I.P section where Hakim, and a few other friends Destiny had met before crowded. Quan dapped the guys up as they sent friendly waves to Destiny. "I'll go order us some drinks." He spoke into her ear, allowing her to get comfortable on one of the available couches. She shook her head in approval.
As Quan walked through the crowd of people, a pair of eyes followed him like a hawk. But they weren't Destiny's. He made it to the bar, ordering some bottles to the section. "Hey, stranger." Her voice spoke over the loud music, resting a hand on his shoulder.
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He turned to look beside him, "Blair?" He was surprised to see her here. "Again... hey, stranger!" She laughed. "Wassup'? It's been a minute." He said scratching the back of his head. The last time the two saw each other was at Blair's house, after having sex. "Why you being so awkward?" She wondered.
