"Oh, so we're just gonna pretend you never came for my looks?" Nina rolled her eyes with a chuckle. "Didn't our entire beef start over you saying Coke looked like a prostitute?" When he passed her the bottle, she grabbed for it and took the first gulp before handing it back to him. She felt the drink settle into her system, already soothing her. "Well what do the streets say about me?" Nina asked with a smirk on her face. "It's not even about that. I'm just sort of worried about...you? I dont know, I pulled some fucked up shit and I guess I'm," Nina looked away. "Im sorry for it." It was truly the closest thing to an apology anyone squeeze out of Nina for what she did that night. She looked back at him with a lazy smile. "Let's just drop the topic. What the hell is wrong with us? It's so depressing, tonight's supposed to be all about fun! It's the FCAs, baby!" Nina nudged Tyron. "So, what was it like on that stage? I came just in time to see King's Brawl and you really did your thing. Had the crowd shook."

Nina nods when Tyron explains to her what he likes in a woman, getting a better understanding of him. "Well that's pretty reasonable. Not a lot of dudes these days think like that. There must be something off about you. When was the last time you had a girlfriend?" Nina asked as a joke, side eyeing Tyron and squinting her eyes. When he told her what the streets said about her, Nina nodded her head out of respect. "Shiiit, the streets aint never lied!" She laughed. Nina was caught off guard when he grabbed her hand but she didn't stop him. This was the first time they had touched each other in a nonviolent way and it felt so different. She didn't have any words to say back to Tyron, she just looked him in the eyes and nodded in agreement. When he let go of her hand, she say back in her chair, clearing her throat. "It wasn't me, it was all you. Is it weird that I'm kinda proud?" She laughs softly. "I've watched you make all these different transitions and now you're​ finally getting back to the music, better than ever." She smiled at him. "Aye thanks! I've been busting my ass out here, it's about time I get the recognition i DESERVE!" Nina said this extra loud, clearly wanting the whole​ to hear her.

"So long story short it's been almost 3 years? That's why you were running around acting like a damn fool!" She smiled at him, moving off of the topic of his past with relationships, just like he asked. "What you need is someone to balance out the crazy. Find you a nice girl. You're a hot rapper, it won't be hard." Nina grabbed the bottle of bourbon and took a big sip. "Tisha's just a messy bitch, like me. I live for her." Nina and Tisha we're good friends and they've worked together plenty of times. Her only fault was her questionable taste in men. Her lovelife is like a soap opera. "Well, when you put it like that..." Nina laughed a little. "I guess we do make a good team."

"Whaaat? That's the first time I've said something nice bout you?" Nina thought for a second, flipping through her memory to find out if that was indeed true. She actually had a really good memory which was a blessing and a curse. As far as she could tell, he was right. This encounter was pretty much the first time she's said nice things about Tyron to Tyron. "We should date???" Nina's eyes widened. "You think Niña Rumillani Tarantino, off ALL people, is going to keep you stable and calm?" She grabbed the bottle again and took a sip. "Boy, you wild!" She said, taking it as a joke. "Now if you need someone who'll test your patience and stress you out daily, I'm your girl." She took off her head peice and put it on the table, her curly hair going everywhere. Shw ran her hands through it, brushing the curls out of her face.

Tyron had said just the right words to talk Nina into dating him. That was her mentality when walking into any relationship, 'why not?' Nina thought about it and honestly saw no reason not to. I mean, is there a wild chance that he could turn on her at any moment and decide to get his revenge? Yup. But Nina was reckless, especially when putting herself on the line. The few traces of bourbon in her system helped a bit too. "This is probably dumb as fuck but..." Nina paused, looking at him when he started to brush her curls out of the way. It made her smile a little. "Ugh okay then, damn." She said, pulling away from him. "All up in my face for nooo reason."

"Fine then, I'll just find somebody with some broke ass legs." She laughed, folding her arms and sitting all the way back in her chair. "I don't need your rubber band anyways. It's probably too thin anyway. It'll break and pop me in the face and then we'd really have a problem." She said, pretending to be stubborn. Nina tried to pull her hair back but it bounced right back in place. She sucked her teeth. "...You got a rubber band, forreal?" Nina asked with a laugh. She pulled on his hand, begging. "Pleeease? I was just playing!" When he asked what they should do now, Nina shrugged. "I don't know, you tell me." Tyron and Nina had already known pretty much everything about each other, it wasn't like they could sit here and 'get to know' each other.

"Shit, you right." Nina laughed. She grabbed his rubber band and took a second to put her hair up into a messy bun. "Other way around, boo! I'm too good for these dollar general rubber bands but I guess this will do for now." Nina grabbed the bottle of bourbon and grabbed Tyron's hand with the other. "Two birds with one stone!" She said, pulling him onto the dancefloor and drinking out of the bottle. "I won't believe that you actually dance until I see it." Nina couldn't imagine what kind of moves he was hiding under his sleeve. "You look like the kind of person who would stand on the wall and look at everyone with disgust. 'Foolish mortals', you'd probably say, scoffing at all this human contact."

Nina was full of excess energy and could dance to any song. She had been trained in dancing from an early age, it was one of her many passions. She was dancing casually, moving her hips and bouncing around, having fun with the music. "If you wanted to see what I was working with, you could've always just asked." Nina said, looking up to him. "What could you possibly learn from the way I dance, anyway?" She asked innocently, pulling him in.

Nina laughed at Tyron, pulling his hands away from his crotch and shushing him. She loved attention but this was wild, it made her giggle hard. "You right! I wouldn't even know how to respond to that." She wrapped her arms around his neck the best she could. He was at least half a foot taller than her so her hands didn't actually connect behind his neck. She rested them on his shoulder blades. "That's exactly what that means. If someone can't dance, they can't fuck. How does everyone not know this?" Being this close to Tyron and talking about what they were talking about was such a strange feeling but it was a turn on. She had no idea what he was like in bed but hoped he was the rough type. deep down, she's always wanted someone who'd manhandle her and Tyron always came off as the type to do it. Nina kept that to herself though. "Decent?? Pshhhk, I know what I can do. The person in question here is YOU. 3 years? You sure you haven't gotten a lil' rusty down there?" She asked with a laugh.

Nina laughed. "That doesn't sound like something a dancer would do, that sounds like something somebody intimidated would! What do you have to be packing to have these lil girls all scared?" Nina turns around and wraps Tyron's hands around her waist. She smirked to herself when he corrected her, grinding softly. "I think I like it when you whisper." Nina said, resting her head back on his chest.