giving you the bartender wink and a hip courtsy, i walk into the bar and with the skills of a i grab a wine bottle and try to look y af while pourinf the one bottle of wine into the one (1) cup all shakily but hyped af.
here you go, bookie :p hands you the cup of white wine before giving you the same waitress wink and hip tilt, walking off sassily to the back of the bar and pretend to know what i’m doing like a mandy.
AYYYYYY. he hypes you up like the hypeman he is, appearing on the camera with goofy aahh smile, tongue sticking out while yelling out “FIREEEEEEE” with you.
my phone vibrates at the notification, beaming in dumb. ayyy i got ur story bro!!! he sure gonna regret losing you so bad!!!!
that’s a good one. takes my phone out, getting into position behind you in the famous “perreo” position, sticking my tongue out as i snap a picture of us, typing the caption “living my best life, can’t bring mw down, i’m on a high right now and the bussy is? FIREEEEEE” before posting it to my private stories in which there is only one person