throw that money, spend that dough [torr & ruby | pm to join?]

ain't nothin' to a boss, yeah I spend that
iain't worried 'bout the cost, I spend that
poppin' bottles in the club, yeah I spend that
i can buy the whole club, yeah I spend that
throw that money, spend that dough

"No. Nononono. Okay, no. That's not how it went." A small brown hand waved in the air before going back to the joint that she was trying to partake off. After taking a drag, she handed over it over to her companion, leaning her head back with her eyes closed. After she allowed the smoke of the herb to dance around around in her lungs, she exhaled slowly. "So, after I'd left, the girl was like 'oh no...I'm not like that, I don't do that'" Blo's low voice rose to the nasally tone in mockery of the person she was talking about. "She was acting like she hadn't kissed me, like I'd initated the shit. Like my hands weren't already inching her skirt up...Whatever, so she pulled away and ran back into the room where everyone else was and avoided me for the rest of the night. Like I cared." Wide brown eyes rolled, and Blo tossed her head, missing the woosh of big curls. Damn this bun. "Hence the reason why I hate drunk white girls...No offense." She flashed a grin at Ruby, resting a hand on her lower back.

It was a day of celebration. Between Ruby making sure Blo's home was at least still standing when she was out of town, and one of her best mate's birthdays, she could find no better reason than to celebrate. And how were they going to celebrate? Tits. Titties were beautiful, and should be admired as much as one could. Blo had reserved a table in VIP at Sirens, and bottle service. Some of her friends were already there, she was just waiting for one more person. Torrence Regan, one of her favorite boys. It was his birthday month, and she'd missed his actually birthday. It wouldn't go unaddressed. Blo loved birthdays, and celebrating them. There was something about the balloons and the cake, and the giving of gifts that made her excited. Maybe she'd gotten them to tie balloons on the booth they were in. Maybe there was a cake there. She'd never tell.

Ruby and she'd already pre-gamed at her house. Half-dressed and giggling, they'd curled on the couch, getting ready together. Most comfortable in her home, it had been nothing for her to wander around almost naked. They'd had a scare, and quickly deserted the living room, running quickly to Blo's bedroom. The sound of keys in the front door, and voices outside had sent them scattering. The two girls had collapsed on her bed, giggling, before continuing to get ready. When Blo and Ruby had finally excited her bedroom, they were assaulted by the noises of two people enjoying themselves coming from Julian's open door. The rule was, if you were going to have sex in the house, silencing charms. Slightly peeved, and jealous of his good fortune, she'd done the unthinkable. She and Ruby banged on his bedroom door like the police, then ran away before apparating to the club. Blo knew she was going to be in trouble. That'd wait til she got home, she supposed.

Thats what led to where the two girls were. Blo looked up, looking around before finally seeing her missing companion. Waiting for Ruby to flick off the roach, Blo twined her fingers in hers and lead her over to tall, dark and violent, hopping that he didn't say anything about her being in a dress. Leaning up in her heels, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, leaving a red lipstick print, smiling softly. "Finally, love. You're always late...Missed you~" She slid her hand into his and tugged him close. "Torr, this is Ruby. Ruby, this is one of my boys, Torr." She let them introduce each other, beaming brightly before tugging them to the door.

After gaining entrance, she led them to their booth. Balloons danced around the booth, and laughing people were taking shots. She eased both of them in the booth, pouring to shots for the both of them. "Party time~!"

Torrence Regan was headed to one of the places he frequented often, tonight for a even better reason. His birthday. Sirens was always a great place to have fun and let off some steam and Blo had told him to meet her there tonight. Of course, he wasn't exactly on time, seeing as he had gotten distracted by a blonde he had met. But no matter, he was there and not too late.

Torr finally spied the friend he was looking for, taking longer than he had initially thought to find her due to her signature fro being tamed into a huge ball on the top of her head. Why did girls do that? he started to think before he realized the reason he liked girls with their hair down was something he didn't really act on with Blo. She was like one of the boys. Even if her dress tonight said something completely different.

As he got close enough to greet, he nodded a hello to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, squeezing with a bit of affection. He leaned down to give her better access to her cheek as she gave him her own hello. It gave him time to realize that she... was all curves tonight. He grinned devilishly and glanced at her with sly cobalt blue eyes. "Nice rack," he said in her ear lowly in a way of his own 'hello.' "Who woulda known." He waggled his brows in that carefree, open way he had before turning his attention to the friend that he had heard so much about, but had never met in person.

Ruby. "Hey," he said as he gave her a nod in hello and a smirky half-smile sort of expression. She wasn't much shorter than Blo, but she was pretty and if the things Blo had told him about her were anything to go on, he surmised this girl was one he could have fun with. Considering this girl was one half of the duo who had come up with an opium den, Torr didn't know what there wasn't to like.

Upon entering the club, Torr felt a buzz spin through him in a way that didn't have anything to do with the bliss or alcohol he had already consumed. He had a good vibe about this whole place and knowing that a good time was just ahead, ready for him to seize, was enough to put a good smile on his face. Seeing their booth decorated with balloons, Torr looked at Blo and grinned. Birthdays had always been just an excuse for him to get a little more trashed than usual and have it be completely justified. And considering he had celebrated his birthday with a few of his other friends a few days ago, this second celebration was icing on the cake.

He slipped a hand into his pocket and pulled a vial out, creamy liquid swirling inside, paired with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The Regan slid a shot across the table towards him with long fingers and slyly tipped the vial into the glass. The liquid overflowed onto the table but Torr looked to both Ruby and Blo with a quirk of his brows and a gesture toward the half-filled vial, already knowing the probable answer from Blo. "Care to up the game?"