fate : be destined to happen, turn out, or act in a particular way.
Often people try to navigate through life with their own plans and wonder why things didn't work out as expected. It wasn't FATE. We don't know it but our future is already written...
"Bitch I really love your crib. It makes me wanna move out here." T said finishing up her make up with a soft beat while Alora secure her frontal.
"Your welcome you stay over whenever. I could use the company."
Ariana frowned. "Now just try to replace me."
"Bitch bye, we in this til death do us part." she kissed her cheek. "But you be all lovey dovey under Safir ass like do y'all get sick of each other ?" she frowned.
Ariana faked like she was thinking. "Mhmm no,"
Alora and Trina laughed. "T, how you like this hair? I changed my vendor so you basically testing it out."
"I love it. I think I wanna dye it though in a few weeks. Haven't decided on a color but I know I want color. And send me ya site so I can book."
"Girl bye. Just let me know when and I got you."
"Our little home salon really come in handy. Now our upstairs don't gotta smell like burnt hair and nail polish remover." Ariana said flopping down in the other salon chair.
"No real shit," Alora chuckled.
"Where we going today?" Ariana asked.
"Mhm yall heard of Ryders ?"
"It's in north. It's kinda new. It's a hookah joint but it gives stripper vibes. I've been a few times. Cool spot." Trina said.
"I wanna check it out. We probably bar hop for real," she shrugged making the last curl in Trina hair. "T, you done. Ready in a hour?"
"Yup," they agreed.
An hour later
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Alora
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Trina
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