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As Natalya sat in her kitchen, her head full of parts of recollections of the night before and the symptoms of a hangover, she looked down into her coffee. The smell make her almost wretch, but she knew it was one of only two ways that she could ever rid herself of one of these hangovers that seemed to plague her weekends these days. It hadn't been like this when she was in Russia; she was 17 and bold, and no matter how much she drunk, no matter who she brought home, her mind would be clear. She'd remember it all, and she'd feel as fresh as a daisy the next morning. Now it was all so different though. The sound of the apartment door closing this morning had awakened her, the salty taste in her mouth giving her the only fleeting memory of a night she was sure was well spent.
"Yebat yego!" She yelled after staring into her cup of coffee for a few more minutes. The smell was too much, and there was no way she was going to be able to shift her cloudy mind with her normal strong mug of the strongest coffee Colombia had to offer. Standing, she almost threw the half-filled cup at the sink, neglecting to look in to see if it had broken at the ceramic cup connected with the stainless steel. She walked upstairs and sat herself in front of the mirror, groaning at the sight of herself, makeup everywhere, her hair a mess.
Half an hour or so later, Natalya stood on the sidewalk outside her apartment. She looked like an almost different person altogether. Her haor was almost perfect, and her makeup was layered on as thick as it ever was. The 19-year old checked her own reflection in her small vanity mirror, smiling at her own reflection and biting her bottom lip, as if to almost seduce herself. She giggled as she put the mirror back in her leopard print handbag, straightening her short skirt and trying to remain steady on her towering stilettos. As the taxi came around the corner, Natalya stepped forward.
Yes, this was the only way she could possibly shake this hangover now. "Dirty Bastard," she uttered, before pulling out her pink-covered iPhone and doing her best to ignore the stares of the driver in the front seat, his eyes almost fixed on his rear-view mirror, his hand raising involuntarily to reposition it. |
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Hiram pulled into the parking lot of the Dirty Bastard. He grabbed his high dollar shades out of the center console, before sliding them over his face and stepping out of the car. He slowly strutted his way through the doors of the famous bar, eying all the celebrities that were passing him looks as well. He made his way to the bar, before plopping down in the chair. "What can I do for you today, Slim?", the bartender asked. "Ah - y'know, the usual... Jagermeister.", he calmly replied. The bartender nodded, and turned around - Hiram looked away and begin tapping his fingers on the counter, as he waited for his drink to be served. He couldn't help but notice the television, E! News was discussing Stephanie Fierce. "Damn.. She's everywhere these days...", he mumbled, before smirking. "Ol' Stephanie Fierce, I wonder if Uncle Freddy is still head over heels for her." The bartender chuckled, "Freddy will stick his dick in anythin' I believe, and I've heard him talk 'bout wantin' Stephanie in bed many times - who knows? He might get lucky." Hiram just laughed, shaking his head ; "Yeah, maybe." |
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As the car pulled closer to the Dirty Bastard, Natalya looked up at the famous old building. She scoffed ever so slightly. Despite the way she was dressed, when she felt like this, the last thing she wanted was for guys to be hitting on her. She muttered something in Russian to herself before pulling her phone from her purse once again and cursing at it. As she thrust it into her purse and gritted her teeth, the driver looked in his rear-view mirror again.
"Anywhere in particular princess?" Came the half sarcastic look, his mind clearly elsewhere as he shamelessly looked her thighs up and down.
"Yes! Up here!" Natalya snapped, waiting until his eyes made their way slowly up to look her in the face again. She sighed and shook her head. "Durachit! Drop me here." As the taxi rolled to a stop, Nadia baled up a $20 bill in her hand and tossed it at the driver's head before getting out. The hangover still looming large, Natalya teetered slightly on her high shoes before alking confidently forward, shaking her head as the cab driver sounded his horn, before wolfwhistling and driving off.
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OOC: Oh my god, sorry for not ever replying. I got busy this weekend and totally forgot you had posted! *facepalm*
Hiram sat back in the couch, watching Tracy pace around in the room repeatedly. "What's so bad 'bout this?", he asked, still not understanding Tracy's reactions completely to Jay's diss track. Tracy would gaze over at Hiram, before plopping down beside him and taking a deep breath. "Bro, I know he is just some kid talkin' shit on Youtube - I get that, but what you don't understand is that the press, and the fans are going to respond to this. This is the rap game, when you get dissed - you can't just let it slide, whether the diss track was good or bad ; if we don't respond to this shit, Jay will get the positive reaction while we look like a couple of bitches." Hiram bit his bottom lip, listening to Tracy - he hated to have to admit it, but what Tracy was saying was the truth. How could they let some kid climb on Youtube and run his mouth about everything they had worked to build? They wouldn't, they couldn't. "So what do we do?", Hiram asked, as he dug his hands into his pocket to withdraw a cigarette. Tracy smiled, before pushing himself off the couch - "There's only one thing to do, dawg', and that's come back at 'im with a diss track of our own." Hiram nodded once, before puffing on his cigarette and leaning his head back, "After my interview is over tomorrow mornin', we'll do this shit.", he said calmly. Tracy smirked and threw his hand out to Hiram, the two gave each other daps, "That's what's up Slim - we'll end this motherfucker's career!" |
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Arianna had arrived at the studio by cab. She was downstairs, and she called Hiram, asking if he could come downstairs.
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One of the studio's security guards had already made their way up to the top floor, upon Arianna's arrival. He knocked on the door, which was followed by Hiram hollering out "It's open!" The guard opened the door, "Slim, you've got a visitor down stairs, she wants to know if you can come down stairs." Tracy would gaze over at Hiram, before pointing at him "Don't say nothin' smart, and just listen to what she has to say.", he ordered. Hiram shook his head, before puffing on his menthol cigarette once more ; "I'll be back...", he said, before taking a deep breath and standing up. He made his way over to the elevator, before pressing the "1" button that takes you to the first floor. A few moments later, Hiram would be stepping foot out of the elevator, gazing around for Arianna. |
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Arianna saw Hiram when he came outside and said:
"Hi... I um.."
She was a little shy, due to them not speaking to each other for days after their argument.
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Hiram shut the door behind him, and took a few steps before gazing over to his right and flicking his cigarette. He quickly would look back at Arianna and grab her, embracing her in a tight hug, before leaning his head down and kissing her on her lips. "I'm sorry - my choice of words isn't always my strong suit. I've missed you, how have ya' been? He smiled at her, as he awaited a response. Inside, he was a bit shy, but he couldn't let her know that - he had to play it cool. If he would have chose to be self loathing and depressed over the situation, how could the two prosper? |
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Arianna felt a little relieved as he hugged and embraced her. In the back of her head, she thought that he might have gotten angry at her.
"I've been fine. You?"
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Hiram brushed her hair out of her face, and licked his lips. He decided to remain silent for a moment, as he stared into her eyes. For a moment, anger and hatred flared up in his stomach over the way he had acted the other night. He didn't know what had come of him, but he knew he couldn't let it happen again. He might me a dickhead, but he wasn't an asshole, after all. He shook his head, slowly, before smiling at Arianna once more. "That's good,.. I've uhh', been good too. School is gettin' pretty lame, but besides that - I'm gucci." |
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She laughed when he said 'gucci'. Arianna wanted to ask him something, but she was afraid of starting another argument.
"So.. do you want to go home? Or are you too busy here in the.... studio?"
She sighed and looked down, she was hoping he'd come home with her.
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Hiram smiled, before nodding once. "Sure, let's go." He put his arm around her shoulder as the two started working towards his Skyline. He turned his head, briefly, asking: "What's wrong, though? You're actin' a little weird." |
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