“Send em over to that corner booth over there,” Sauce instructed, pointing to a plush section in the back that overlooked the rest of the club. “Have any of y’all seen Mik yet?” Sauce asked as the first wave of people made their way inside. Drako shook his head no and Sleezy was already getting caught up with seeing dollar signs to pay much attention.
“Somebody get that reality show b***h out here! f**k she think this is? We ain’t paying her lil' narrow ass to get drunk up,” he said to nobody in particular as he hurried off.
Sauce and Drako settled into their booth just as the drinks arrived. Drako wasted no time jumping into the bottle of Hennessy while Sauce shot Mikayla a series of text messages to check on her whereabouts. It wasn’t like Mikayla to be off schedule when it came to bus
