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While 𝐀𝐂𝐄 watched her plate the food, he rubbed a hand down his chin and licked on his bottom lesser. “I’on know. It kinda sound like you just don’t know how to make it.” He teased, raising a brow at the last part of her sentence. “Nothing? You sure?” He spoke, hoping she would catch the double entendre of his joke.

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“Yeah, aight. They finna be the perfect golden brown. Watch.” It didn’t take long to cook the bacon, making sure to flip them when needed before putting them aside and dabbing them to get the oil off. “Voila, look at this culinary masterpiece.” He joked, getting a few plates for them to present their dish. “I’d love to see it. You ain’t a real baker if you don’t know how to make a souffle. Can you do that?”

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 was already waving her off, “I was never taught how to cook, I had to figure it out myself.” He laughed under his breath. “And that shit hard, that muhfucker Gordon Ramsay lied.” He shook his head and grabbed the bacon to start cooking it. “Man, I got this. Not too much on me,” He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring her comments. “You’d be surprised. But nah, I got this.” He started the stove, laying a few strips of bacon out in the pan and watching it cook. “Cheesecakes? Damn, we shoulda made some dessert then.”

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 made the same face as Conceited in that one meme, kissing his teeth once more. “You want the honest answer or you want it sugarcoated? Cause I can make some mean ass ramen, and some quick grits from the big Quaker container.” He nodded, rubbing his hands together. “Do you? Or are you just the Pillsbury Doughgirl baking shit?”

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The male took in her suggestions, sucking his teeth and shaking his head while scratching the back of his neck. “Mane, if we gone make burgers them shits gotta be the best burgers we ever made. What the other people doing?” He asked, trying to cheat and peer over to other people’s stations nearby. “Shiiit, shrimp and grits lowkey sound good right now.”

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As 𝐀𝐂𝐄 scoured the pantry, looking for something—anything—for them to cook, he thought back to living at home and the few times he tried to get creative and make something. Looking over at his partner for the night, he sucked in a nervous breath through clenched teeth. “Is there anything you know how to make off the top your head? A signature dish asum?” He asked Cadence, looking at the vast array of ingredients. “Cause I’m drawing a blank.” 

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 looked back at her, surprised that she actually looked away from her phone. “Christina Aguilera said it best.... don’t look at me.” He whispered the last part, covering his face dramatically before turning back to the stove after pulling the quick pancake mix out of the pantry and gathered all the materials needed for French toast. “I bet you can’t even cook, talkin’ bout Gordon Ramsay.” He scoffed as he mixed the pancake mix with water and poured it onto one of the pans. “Damn, we gotta wash dishes and shit here, huh? I don’t know how, but this feels like slavery.” He joked, shaking his head.

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Cutting his eyes at the snide remark that came from 𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐈, 𝐀𝐂𝐄 furrowed his brows. “You thought that was a hit, huh?” He spoke groggily before flipping her off, going to the fridge and scanning the shelves before opening the pantry. “And when I make these pancakes and French toast, don’t ask for none.” He teased, shaking his head and groaning. “I ain’t cooked for myself in a minute... I’m rusty.”

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𝐀𝐂𝐄 woke up with the worst headache imaginable, wincing slightly before deciding to go to the kitchen to see if anyone was up. “Please tell me somebody got some brunch started, cause a nigga is starving.” He spoke to whoever was down there, yawning. 

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The male listened to her go off, letting her get it off of her chest as he began to usher her over to the stage area. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Come on, don’t let that shit kill yo vibe. We finna have a good time,” He took another drink from the bottle, “And you not gone leave early, I’m prolly gone need you to drive me back. I took a Uber here, it was really fuck that car.” He shook his head, laughing. “Damn, I’m already fucking up with the unnecessary spending.” He rubbed against his face, sighing before starting to throw money at the dancer, who was ready to give him a lap dance. Signaling it was okay for her to come over, he separated himself from Roe to sit down and prepare for his dance.

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After the encounter with Giselle, 𝐀𝐂𝐄 decided to spend the rest of the night near the stage watching the dancers. A smile on his face, he was tossing bills without a care as the women danced on and around him, lightly cheering at the tricks they were doing and . “Perfect stress reliever after a long week,” He spoke to the person nearest him, throwing a few more bills at the stage,

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“My fault, you just look so good in this lil’ dress you pulled out.” He murmured, looking up annoyed at the stripper for interrupting their moment. Though he had walked away from the situation for a moment, seeing 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 ready to get up with the stripper kinda did it for him. Standing beside her, an arm still sitting around her waist, he looked down at her. “Mane, the shit not worth it. Muhfuckers got some nerve thinking you gotta steal from her considering you look better than her on your worst day, anyway.” He shrugged it off, focusing his attention on Roe. “Listen, that just blew my shit. I’m finna go by the stage and see what’s shaking.” He said, and he meant that literally. He needed to blow off some steam.

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Looking between 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 and the stripper whose name he couldn’t be bothered to figure out right then, 𝐀𝐂𝐄 craned his neck back with a puzzled expression. The man always had a problem managing his anger, and he ain’t like shit about the way this bitch unbeknownst to him or his woman was coming at them right then. “Yo, ain’t nobody took your shit.” He glanced over at the security guard who was nearing, his drunken state causing adrenaline to surge through his veins. “So you can call off this pitbull lookin’ ass nigga, fore he get dropped on his fuckin’ head!” He began to get belligerent, throwing a few dollars at her. “I’on gotta steal from a fuckin’ stripper, fuck you thought? Take this and fix your face, bitch.” With an intense stare off with the guard, he turned and went of to the other side of the floor, trying to let off some steam before he got buck with either of them.

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𝐀𝐂𝐄’s girlfriend never understood that he wasn’t trying to do anything with these girls—most of the time. “My bad, my bad! Stop trippin’ shorty. A nigga just having fun.” As he stood to his full height once more, he pulled his bottom lesser between his teeth upon receiving the kiss to his cheek. When she turned around, he looked her up and.  down, stepping a bit closer. “Besides....” he spoke before delivering a harsh smack to her ass. “Who I’m leaving with tonight? You’n got shit to worry ‘bout,” He assured her, taking another drink from the bottle of ‘42 he had. “What you want?” He slurred slightly.

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Rolling his eyes, he let his tongue glide over his top row of teeth as he looked at her. His eyes were low, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yo yo yo, why you getting so aggressive? I was just being nice,” Truth be told, he liked when he got a rise out of her; it turned him on. “You know I only got eyes for you, for real.” The male mused, scrunching up his face at her next statement. “Man, fuck allat. They gave it to us to spend. So, I’ma spend it.” He shrugged. The problem with 𝐀𝐂𝐄 was that when he was away from situations where he wanted to spend money, he could abstain from it mostly. But once he was in that environment, his normal self control went out of the window. “Roe, you really not gone throw sumn on these beautiful ladies tonight?”

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“I already know I’m finna regret blowing through this money in the morning. I might as well get a little fucked up. Feel me?” He nodded with a surprised look on his face. “Aw, Henny and Grey? Not you ballin’, I see you.”