#Will Rogers Polo Club

[brohammas]

Chukkers with the Will Rogers Polo Club

What does one wear to a polo match? I assume this is everyone’s question, as it was mine, when faced with the possibility of attending an actual polo match. Not water polo, not a Polo outlet store, but actual polo. With horses. The answer, as to what to wear, is a solid, “whatever you want.” Which is somehow disappointing considering my only real relationship to the game is a shirt. If you want…

[twopoppies]

The article is in Spanish, but it's a very trustworthy source from Argentina. That Roger was a fucking leech, hope he rots in jail

https://www. infobae. com/sociedad/policiales/2024/11/08/pesos-argentinos-para-comprar-droga-negocios-en-comun-y-dias-libres-el-oscuro-control-de-rogelio-nores-sobre-liam-payne/

This is so fucking disturbing. I know fans have had a bad feeling about Roger for a while. It sounds like they weren’t wrong.

Today, Nores is charged with abandoning Liam Payne and killing him , as well as supplying and facilitating him with drugs, in a relationship that sources in the case describe as “almost Maradona-esque, a friend of the champion , like those who surrounded Diego at his worst .” To charge him, Madrea and his team analyzed 800 hours of footage from the CasaSur hotel and opened Liam’s phone. In addition, they took a large number of testimonies, including that of Liam’s father, Geoff Payne.

Liam's father said the same thing that the courts were able to confirm through the analysis of communications and the comparison of other testimonies: that Nores, after meeting Payne in Miami at the beginning of this year, became the force that dominated his life. If the Payne family wanted to know how the singer was, then they should contact Rogelio. He was not just another friend of Liam's, under any circumstances. Geoff Payne himself said it: "Roger" was always the intermediary. "He is better than ever," he would have told the family when asked.

And this explains the charge of abandonment of a person. It is not about the fact that the businessman did not come to the singer's aid, but about the long road that led to the CasaSur hotel.

The businessman would have become a sort of de facto manager . Although they did not have a specific contract in this regard, sources in the case say that Nores operated as an "investment advisor" and that they had business in common in view of Payne's possible return to the world stage. For this, the singer's recovery from his addiction to drugs and alcohol was key. He just had to be detoxified.

Nores accompanied Payne in a deep detoxification treatment in the United States. There, a psychiatrist prescribed sertraline, the antidepressant that was found in the toxicology test on the singer's body. The specialist said it clearly: if you mix alcohol and cocaine with sertraline, the result can be lethal.

Then, another treatment in Spain was carried out, which also failed. So they ended up in Argentina. Payne was put up in a prestigious five-star hotel that was used to hosting big rock stars. They kicked him out of there. They even visited a local psychiatrist, who testified in the file. After the five-star hotel, they both went to the Patagones polo club with the singer's last girlfriend, Kate Cassidy, where the singer was photographed wearing a helmet and heels on a horse. They spent a few days there. However, Payne quickly became nervous and left the place.

Thus, they arrived at the CasaSur hotel in Palermo on the Sunday before the death. Liam did not even have a bag. There, according to the testimonies and analysis that are part of the case of the prosecutor Madrea, Nores' control would have been much more evident, with alleged orders to the hotel staff to report each expense. Nores, this time, managed Payne's expenses , while receiving calls for each whiskey, champagne or tequila that the former One Direction member ordered, with physical money delivered at the reception. The evidence also speaks of "free days" when Liam could consume cocaine.

The day he died, precisely, was a “day off.”

Thus, Nores frequently returned to the hotel to top up the bill. Payne, meanwhile, insisted on the phone, asking for Argentine pesos to pay the dealers who offered him cocaine, with photos of the bags they offered him and the corresponding prices. The prosecution suspects that Nores had obtained cocaine for him himself, which led to the second charge against him.

Meanwhile, hotel cameras filmed Liam as he wandered the halls , drunk and with a distant look.

For the time being, Nores is free, with his passport handed over to the courts and a ban on leaving the country, while he awaits being summoned for questioning by Judge Laura Bruniard. Article 106 of the Criminal Code, which defines the crime of abandonment followed by death, speaks of “anyone who endangers the life or health of another, either by placing him or her in a situation of helplessness, or by abandoning to their fate a person who is incapable of taking care of himself or who must be maintained or cared for, or who the author himself has incapacitated .” Here, the alleged supply of narcotics plays a key role.

If convicted, he could face up to 15 years in prison. Given the amount of the sentence, the crime is not bailable.

[world-of-wales]

─ • ✧ CATHERINE'S YEAR IN REVIEW : JULY ✧ • ─

4 JULY - Catherine attended Day-2 of the Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Championships at Church Road. She first saw Katie Boulter Vs Daria Saville match on Court 18. Afterwards, she joined Roger Federer to watch Ryan Peniston Vs Andy Murray in the Royal Box on Centre Court. 5 JULY - Catherine and William featured in a series of photographs and short film as they attended a Tea Party to celebrate the NHS's 75th anniversary at St. Thomas Hospital. The Duchess of Rothesay and Prince William attended a Service of Thanksgiving and Dedication to celebrate the Coronation in St. Giles' Cathedral. Afterwards, they witnessed an RAF Fly-past from the Palace of Holyroodhouse. 6 JULY - Catherine and William attended Royal Charity Polo Match at the Guards Polo Club. 14 JULY - Catherine and William along with George, Charlotte and Louis were received by Air Marshal Sir David Walker (Deputy Lieutenant of Gloucestershire) at the Royal International Air Tattoo at Royal Air Force Fairford. Afterwards, Catherine visited the event's Techno Zone. 15 JULY - Catherine attended the Ladies' Final of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships at Church Road. 16 JULY - Catherine was accompanied by William, George and Charlotte to the Gentlemen's Final of the Wimbledon Tennis Championships.

[scoobydoowhatareyou]

All Hail Lesbian Jesus, Hayley Kiyoko

(“Scooby-Doo! Curse of the lake monster”)

Shaggy Rogers:

-He’s going so hard on the voice

-Bro’s back is going to hurt by the end of this from carrying the movie

-nonbinary

-bottom

-he had a dinosaur phase

-okay, I actually really like this Shaggy

-BRO CALLED HIMSELF SCOOBY’S MASTER AND TOLD HIM HE WAS A BAD DOG????????

-puns

Fred Jones some guy:

-why is he wearing a blue polo and jeans

-this is not Fred Jones

-He’s a noncommittal football player

-dickbag

-bro punched a cave wall down

-he’s being a misogynistic asshole

Daphne Blake:

-president of the drama club

-they don’t really give her much personality

Velma Dinkley:

-I love the wardrobe; she’s wearing a sweater over a turtleneck with orange argyle socks (her skirt is the wrong color though)

- her middle name is Dacey

Scooby-Doo:

-no.

General notes:

-I’ve been in two amateur filmmaking classes and this movie is worse than 90% of the films I saw

- If you’re doing a Scooby marathon or something, skip this one

-3/10 (Shaggy gets an 8/10 though)

-at the end though, it’s more of a 6/10, it gets better as it goes

-there’s some weird hippie shit combined with a mystery solving montage at the end though?

[flwersforpedrito]

Hi! May I request where Steve Rogers thought his soulmate is Peggy Carter but then many years later, he meets his real soulmate, reader who is the little sister of Bruce banner

DISCLAIMER: NOT BAISED ON ANY THING IN THE FILMS, EVERYTHING IVE WRITTEN HERE IS MADE TO MAKE THIS ONE SHOT MAKE SENSE!!

It had been three months now since things ended with Steve and Peggy. Three months. Three months of Steve mopping around the tower and whining and moaning over Peggy. Three whole months. The rest of the team have finally had enough of the man baby, and forced him to go out, to find someone new. He believed Peggy was his soulmate, but that was until he saw your silhouette from across the bar.

He sat at the bar, whiskey in hand, admiring you from across the room. Your silky hair flowed seamlessly with your smooth dance moves. He could tell you were laughing at something one of your girlfriends said as you smiled so brightly it lit up the room. The music was blasting too loud to hear your laugh and as much as he wanted to he did not need to, he just knew it sounded like heaven on earth.

A wave of disgust surged through his body and he took his eyes off you. What kind of a man was he? Gawking over some chick in a bar, while he was still in love with his ex! He missed Peggy, he really did, but watching you dance like no body was watching made him forget all about her.

He looked back up and he couldn’t see you, he look around but you wasn’t on the dance floor anymore. Shit. He downed his drink, turned around and ordered another, he’d completely lost his chance to speak to you. All of a sudden he felt a warm presence next to him and a sound that sounded like the purest angel God could create. It was you. His heart started pounding, he never thought he could feel this way for another woman but here you were. You were standing next to him, a little out of breath, your black hair sticking to your forehead. Steve had been admiring you all night, coming up with different ways to approach you, making up the conversations you two would have and now you’re stood next him, in a skimpy strappy black dress, he was speechless. Completely and utterly speechless. Once again, completely in a trance from your beauty, he snapped back into reality and you were walking away.

Not thinking straight, Steve got up from his seat, took two big strides and grabbed your wrists. He realised that probably wasn’t the best way to get your attention when you turned around, eyebrows furrowed.

He let go, “God I’m so sorry,” he took a step back to show he was of no threat, “ I just want to say,-“

Your voice cut him off with confidence, “You know a big, muscular man like you shouldn’t be going around grabbing onto girls wrists” You said running a hand down the side of his arm.

You were clearly drunk but Steve still offered to buy you a drink and you graciously accepted. “So tell me what a pretty girl like you is doing dancing in a club in a dress like that?” He asked leaving in closer to you, as you both sat at the bar.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing here at a bar by yourself, how comes an attractive man like you hasn’t got a girl by his side?” Your voice laced with lust. Steve’s face hardened, he leaned back a bit. You’d hit a sensitive spot. “Shit I’m sorry, just got dumped?”

“Yeah you could say something like that.” Steve said bluntly not wanting to get into it too much. Even though he could already tell he was falling madly in love with you, and wanted to forget about Peggy so so badly, he had been with her for five years now. Ending a relationship like that isn’t easy at all.

You got the hint he didn’t want to talk about it anymore and you got the perfect idea on how to change the topic. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system or the fact you’re a genius but you knew how to make him immediately forget about whatever girl was stupid enough to break his heart. You leaned in closer. Grabbed the collar of his polo shirt and whispered in his ear seductively, “How about I show you a way to make you forget everything about her?” You locked eyes with Steve, his quickly darting to your plump lips. Without a second thought you leaned it connecting your lips with his. It started off passionate and slow, moving perfectly in sync. Until, he grabbed the edge of your stool bringing your bodies even closer to before, before cupping the sides of your face with big hands. The kiss got more heated, teeth starting to clash together. However it all came to and end when both you of you had to release from each other for air.

Both slightly out of breath, Steve said with a slight chuckle, “We’ve kissed but I don’t even know your name”

Looking down to the floor and giggling you looked back up as he moved a strand of your hair behind your ear and told him.

“Y/N Banner”

His hand dropped from your face.

He’s fucked up big time.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (6-12 Apr 2025)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Fan Service (Rosie Danan) - this was just so! much! fun! and given my usual low tolerance of cishet contemp romances, that's saying something. Nailed the whole 'being-in-fandom' vibe, even calling out some of the more toxic aspects, without ever shitting on it, in a way that can only be done from someone on the inside.

😍 Murder by Memory (Dorothy Gentleman #1) (Olivia Waite, author; Blair Baker, narrator) - delightful scifi cozy mystery novella set on a generation ship - as someone who loved The Spare Man, I gotta say I am all on board with this publishing trend. also: Dorothy Gentleman? incredible name, chef's kiss. Absolutely cannot wait for more of Dorothy's adventures.

💖💖 +72K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

In The Long Run (musette22) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 12K - this fic is described by the author as "mostly 💫 vibes 💫 and unapologetic smut, with a bit of soulmates and angst thrown in the mix"; said vibes are heavily influenced by '70s rock, especially The Eagles' "Peaceful Easy Feeling" which all adds up to be wonderfully delicious

Misplaced Pencils (Somanywords) - MCU: stucy, 13K - lovely & poignant look at Steve Rogers & his relationship to drawing throughout his life (with a side of his relationship to bucky thrown in 😉)

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

The Sam Sanders Show - How Did Marsai Martin Conquer Child Stardom?

Home Town Takeover - s3, e5

Smartypants - s2, e3

QI - series Q, e2-4, 7-8, 11-14

Um, Actually - s10, e6

Game Changer - s7, e1

Doctor Odyssey - s1, e13-14

D20: The Ravening War - "The Seventh Kingdom" (s17, e5)

D20: The Ravening War - "The Heart of the World" (s17, e6)

D20: Adventuring Party - s12, e5-6 (The Ravening War)

The Fall Guy

Doctor Who - s2 (series 15), e1

D20: Titan Takedown - "Party Animals" (s25, e1)

D20: Titan Takedown - "Bouts and Boogies" (s25, e2)

D20: Adventuring Party - s20, e1-2 (Titan Takedown)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Pop Pantheon - Disco: Past & Present (with The Clive Davis Institute's Jason King)

Off Menu - Ep 285: Sally Phillips

Imaginary Worlds - NSFW Ancient Tales, Myths and Riddles

⭐ Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Inside Apple: Sonic Accessibility

Our Opinions Are Correct - Severance and the New Hellscape (w/ Carl Zimmer)

Desert Island Discs - Cyndi Lauper

The Sporkful - Comedian Matteo Lane Says ‘Your Pasta Sucks’

Off Menu - Ep 286: Rhod Gilbert (Live in London)

Pop Culture Happy Hour - The White Lotus

The Curious History of Your Home - Clocks

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Black American West Museum

Switched on Pop - Miley Cyrus goes avant-garde

Dinner’s on Me - Matt Bomer

99% Invisible - Everything Is Tuberculosis

David Tennant Does a Podcast With…Georgia Tennant

Persuasion by Jane Austen - Persuasion 11. | The Tale of Mrs Smith

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Dying For Sex

⭐ Vibe Check - If You Don’t Want to Be Edged, Get Out of My Bed

⭐ Decoder Ring - Spring Break Forever

Decoder Ring - An MTV Spring Break Karaoke Misadventure

Imaginary Worlds - Blueprints for Utopias

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Pop Culture That Changed Our Minds

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - What Makes a Pest?

⭐ One Song - Roberta Flack's "Killing Me Softly With His Song"

Shedunnit - Book Club Fact File: The Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie

Shedunnit - Book Club Conversation: The Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie

No One Saw It Coming - Stealing the Mona Lisa: The Crime That Created a Legend

You're Dead to Me - Marco Polo: history’s most famous travel writer?

Hit Parade - Only Girl in the World Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

The Muppets

"Bad For Me" [Dee Dee Bridgewater] radio

Who Believes In Angels? [Elton John & Brandi Carlile] {2025}

Rock Radio • 1990s

Groove Cruise

'80s Rock Revival

50 Years of the Piano Man [Billy Joel] {2022}

Beats & Soul

AC/DC

Ratt radio

The Darkness Radio • Rock

Enya

[lolaslocker]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: American Classics Russel Simmons Plaid Shorts.

[grey2bay]

Check out that saddle strap by the stirrup leather keeper 🤩

[metropolitankitten]

Veins, leather, and sweat Will Rogers Polo Club 2014

[roger-paladino]

Ooooo you wanna read my really long timeline/headcanons for Roger Paladino oooo oooo

Mother and Father were history buffs and often gave Roger gifts that were related to that. Most of the time being about legends from New Jersey, sparking the interest in cryptids Roger would take on.

Initially mostly interested in any kind of folklore, he started to hone in on specifically creatures as a teenager, and would spend a long time researching them while his parents worked

He was always sociable but hadn’t found anyone that stuck with him due to his intense hyperfixation on cryptozoology and myths, and how he could just ramble for hours, not many kids in his school enjoyed it.

Going to college and starting the zine was the first time he had found a group of people that clicked with him and he loved it

He and Linnie ended up becoming best friends, they’d often be the ones staying late to get issues out, or just generally hanging out after the official club hours were up

He has many many scars and scrapes from his adventures looking for cryptids, a pretty sturdy guy when it came to that stuff.

Entering college he started to dress more on the formal side so people would take the zine more seriously (button downs and polos) but before that he was exclusively a graphic T and jeans guy (band shirts/videogames/cryptid/horror shirts you get the vibes)

Dated Linnie for a short time but they broke up mutually after figuring out that they really were just best friends

Roger figured out he was gay (stays closeted) and his first real crush was on Vinnie 🙁

He was more focused on telling people about what he saw and documenting it for other enthusiasts, not for any kind of clout or to prove they were real.

He barely even bothered photographing anything he saw, the stress of trying to capture something good took away from the moment of seeing the supernatural. He’d rather have a good experience and tell people about it, than have someone pick apart a photograph to tell him it was fake.

Surprisingly enough he seemed to attract that sort of thing, but skirted the edge of being involved to where they just left him alone..... Until he met Vincent.

After Vinnies disappearance, Roger took it upon himself to figure out what happened. He dedicated the rest of his college years to it, Vinnies photo and story was printed on every Zine issue from then on.

He became a Crime scene investigator after college and was great at his job, but was always focused on figuring out the Vinnie situation, which was what got him noticed by the Habit.

He was kind and welcoming to people who were grieving, though sometimes would be too pushy with his questions relating to the situations and would often be scolded for upsetting people if he thought he was onto something

His choice to go into this line of work broke him off from his friends, especially Linnie. He didn’t mind, since it meant not getting them involved. He knew he’d probably be killed. But leaving them behind was difficult and he turned to drinking and smoking to cut some of the edge off from both that and how much tragedy he had to come face to face with.

The Habit essentially left him a bread crumb trail leading directly to itself, and his death. 

Most of Rogers' adult life was in line with what Habit wanted to happen to him, he was so focused on trying to take it down he never realized how convenient everything that had been laid out was.

He died right after finishing the blog post.

The Habit had played the Audio recordings of what happened to Vincent back to him before he was killed, but not enough to give him the full story. He died minutes away from having the answers he wanted.

In his death he regretted never getting revenge for all the people the habit hurt, and for getting all of the people in the team he brought in massacred for nothing. 

The murder was ruled a suicide. Everyone took it at face value given how erratic he’d always been, and how he had practically no one close enough to know that couldn’t have been the case.

Despite the years-long hiatus it had been on. Linnie ran a final issue of the Zine after Roger's death, featuring work he’d never finished due to his focus on Vinnies disappearance.

[twopoppies]

New details about the ongoing investigation published today. Seems like it's gonna take a while until justice is served. As an Argentinian, I'm angry this happened here because the justice system is super bad and slow. I want justice for Liam and closure for his family 🙏🏻😞

www. infobae. com/sociedad/policiales/2024/11/30/el-padre-de-liam-payne-entrego-a-la-justicia-la-principal-prueba-para-imputar-a-rogelio-nores-por-la-muerte-del-cantante/

All of this is so bizarre. Literally every time a new report is released, there's a change in the story. He had sex with the women. No, he didn't. He used a whole bunch of different drugs. No, he didn't. He had trace amounts in his system. No, he didn't. Roger was there. No, he wasn't.

The only clear thing IMO is that Roger is really fucking shady, and he's doing everything he can not to be indicted in this case.

Also, my favorite line in this article is "The croissants were politely rejected."

Liam had started drinking whiskey at 6 a.m. that day, according to the investigators' reconstruction based on information recovered from hotel records. He then drank champagne with the prostitutes from the Buenos Aires towns of El Talar and Isidro Casanova whom he invited to his room, with whom he had sex and then caused a minor scandal in the lobby by not paying them. He consumed cocaine throughout the day; the toxicological analysis carried out by the Forensic Medical Corps of the Supreme Court revealed metabolites of the drug that indicate consumption at least two hours before death. The drug was in his urine, his blood, in his gastric contents, in his nasal passages. The toxicological analysis also revealed another substance: sertraline, a powerful antidepressant, sold in the United States under the brand name Zoloft. Sertraline was found to be present in Liam's blood and stomach contents at the time of his death , according to toxicology . Alcohol consumption with sertraline is strongly contraindicated; it can lead to hallucinations, including suicidal thoughts.

[...]

During his stay in Argentina, Nores accompanied Payne to an important five-star hotel in the Recoleta area, from which he was thrown out, then to an apartment on Armenia Street - which was raided by the courts - later to a polo club and finally to the CasaSur hotel, where Payne checked in at around midnight on October 13. According to the indictment, Nores allegedly controlled Payne's spending, providing him with money to buy drugs and authorizing orders for whiskey and champagne reported from the hotel's front desk, with "allowed days" for drinking and drug use, despite the neuropsychiatrist's strict instructions. Nores even became an intermediary in communication between Liam and his family.

The narrative of sources close to Nores attempts to shift the blame onto the hotel employees in the face of this possibility, even claiming that Liam tried to escape, when the forensic experts determined that he was, at best, in a semi-conscious state at the time of his death. A charge of manslaughter, however, would not alleviate the businessman's situation. [...] Last Thursday, Nores showed up at Court No. 34 with a smile. He brought a dozen croissants for the staff. He was trying to recover a woman’s phone and laptop. The devices had been seized in a raid on her home. According to Nores, the woman was “not even mentioned in the case.” The croissants were politely rejected.

full article here

[roamwithahungryheart]

Well, here it is - the first edition of Smutty Sunday!

Thank you to everyone who submitted stories this week, hopefully there's a little something for everyone! 😉

Usual warnings apply. Please, 18+ ONLY

Without further ado...enjoy! See you next week x

RANSOM DRYSDALE

SACRILEGE / @the-iceni-bitch

THE PLEASURE AND THE CERTAINTY / @the-iceni-bitch

ANDY BARBER

MOMENT'S SILENCE / @syntheticavenger (Bonus Frank Adler)

NOW YOU KNOW / @navybrat817

EVERYTHING YOU DO / @kleohoneyao3

CLOSE YOUR EYES, GIVE ME YOUR HAND / @the-iceni-bitch

WOULD YOU LIKE SOME COMPANY? (SERIES) / @shelbileelee

EVERYTHING YOU DO / @kleohoneyao3

RED FANTASY / @bluemusickid

LOVING TOUCH / @stargazingfangirl18

TOUCHING YOURSELF / @happygowriting

STEVE ROGERS

DIRE CONSEQUENCES / @bluemusickid

INVISIBLE INK / @navybrat817 (Bonus Bucky Barnes)

MORNING LIGHT / @drabblewithfrannybarnes-archives

BEG ME / @jobean12-blog

DAYDREAMING / @ozarkthedog

SAM WILSON

CLUBS AND THINGS / @marvelmaree

A LITTLE FUN / @whiskey-cokenfanfic

SUGAR / @mxsamwilson

BUCKY BARNES

DESSERT / @buckybarnes101

WISH UPON A STAR / @celestialbarnes

PLAYGROUND / @nsfwsebbie

LOSING YOU / @drabblewithfrannybarnes

CHRIS EVANS

LIQUID COURAGE / @wintersoldier1989

CAMPING FOR TWO / @theycallmebecca

DISTRACT ME WITH YOUR LIPS / @angrythingstarlight

IS POLO-SEXUAL A THING? / @bluemusickid

LOG OFF / @labella420

THE FLUFFER / @punani

FOR THE HELL OF IT / @syms-things-5

HENRY CAVILL

I WOULD DO IT AGAIN (SERIES) / @foodieforthoughts

BLUE / @littlefreya

SUGAR, SUGAR / @keanureevesisbae

FRANKIE MORALES

TELLTALE HEART / @astroboots

Permanent taglist: @hiddelstannerbarnes @redlipstickandblacktea @just-one-ordinary-fangirl @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho @djeniiscorner @its-tortle @k347 @ixalit @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @cevansfics @capchrisevaans @hawkeyeandthewintersoldier @musette22 @mcubabydotcom @worksby-d @chuckbass-love @bluemusickid @fallinforevans @hellobeautworld @katiew1973 @just-dreaming-marvel @disaster-dean @rebthom89 @navybrat817​ @just-dreaming-marvel-2 @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ​@navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @what-is-your-plan-today @denisemarieangelina​ @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss​ @brattycherubwrites​ @cherrychris​ @celestialbarnes​​ @the-iceni-bitch​ @caplanbuckybarnes​​ @caplanreads​​ @autumnrose40​ @patzammit​ @mxsamwilson​ @hevans-angel​​ @elvenfforestydd​ @harrysthiccthighss​ @cherry-gemz @buckybarnes101 @libraholland

[justgrabmane]

Polo is one of my favorite sports. It’s also the only sport that I taught the rules of to myself. I was lucky enough to live near Will Rogers Polo Club in Pacific Palisades California and I got to experience real games and events for Polo fanatics. The photo above is from my 16th birthday party which was at the polo field you rented out the sidelines and garbage tables, had a cake and more. Polo is like a mixture of soccer and horseback riding which is why I love it so much. I always grew up with a really strong soccer background so having a horse alternative was amazing!!

[vdailysun]

Polo Destination

Staff writer Cody Hills takes us inside the The Villages Polo Club in this special report. 

Design by Managing Editor of Innovation Adam Rogers

[lolaslocker]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Under Armour Showdown Chino Pants.

[oklcmc]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀،̲،̲⠀𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐓 ❪chapter uno：heat wave❫ [𝟏𝟖+]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀Cross your HEART ⅋ hope to⠀⠀⠀DIE？⠀〞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— Kei Valentine，2016

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 WORD COUNT：5，853

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 PAIRING：street fighter!black!male oc ❪keith powers❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪kelis rogers，circa ‘99❫

ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 FOREWARNING：This chapter will contain use of strong language，use of drugs or alcohol，violence，gore，character death，abduction and angst. Read at your own discretion.

Flatbush，Brooklyn · Sunday，August 21 11:00 AM

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐊𝐄𝐈 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕾INGING BIRDS，MOVING CARS，CHILDREN laughing, and Shyheim playing from a boombox was all that could be heard as I made my way down the street my boyfriend lives on, sporting out my white Polo Ralph Lauren baseball cap, Columbia University T-shirt, solid black leggings, white slouch socks, “Georgetown Hoyas” colorway Reebok Question Mid sneakers and Louis Vuitton Alma BB handbag.

The humidity was high in New York City about this time around which would explain pimps and hustlers occupying every block, parents shouting at their children from open windows, and kids freestyling on stoops or playing around open fire hydrants.

I could see Antonio's grandmother, Mrs. Lewis, in her kitchen apron, emptying trash into the galvanized trash can sitting beside her brownstone from a distance.

"How are you today, Mrs. Lewis?" I asked once I was near her.

She stopped what she was doing just to take a glance at me.

"Blessed and highly favored, Kei. I didn't see you in service today. I wonder why?" She smiled.

Antonio's grandmother is a pastor and his grandfather is a retired war vet. They're genuinely kind hearted folk. Who do you know welcoming their home to any and everybody, including the homeless?

"Yeah, about that; Jasper had to fill in for someone at the deli, so he left me to look after our grandfather, but since he's playing checkers in the park with Mr. Lewis and Joie's with his babysitter, I decided to past time by coming to visit."

"Mhm," She hummed with her hand on her hip. "Well, come on in, child. I don't want you having a heatstroke."

"Y-Yes, ma'am." I stammered, following her inside where it was cool— most likely from the air condition running in the living room window— with lodgers roaming from one room to another.

"Are you hungry? I have curry chicken and dirty rice sitting on the stove." She said, gesturing towards the kitchen.

"That sounds delicious, Mrs. Lewis, but I can't even look at food right about now. I think I ate too much of Jasper's waffles this morning." I confessed, rubbing my stomach.

"Alright, well, Antonio is sitting in the living room with Dimitri and Erick 'cause I know that's who you came to see."

"No, I—"

She shot me a glare that caused me to laugh.

"Alright, thank you."

"You're most certainly welcome."

I entered the living room area where Antonio, Dimitri and Erick were sitting around the analog television screening Rosemary's Baby. I would never understand how these guys could sit and watch horror flicks midday like it's nothing.

"Hey big head!" I greeted Dimitri with a forceful mush in the back of his head, almost causing the eyeglasses he was prescribed to wear to fly off his face.

He kissed his teeth, looking back at me.

"You play too much." He seethed, adjusting his eyeglasses and violet purple Billionaire Boys Club snapback.

"You play too much." I mimicked. "What's up, architect?" I gave Erick a gentle nuggie.

He chuckled softly in response, removing my arm from around his neck.

"Happy birthday, Kei." Surprisingly, he was the first in this household to acknowledge that it was my nineteenth birthday which caused Dimitri and especially Antonio to glare at him in envy because they weren't the first to say.

"What I do?" Erick asked innocently, looking to and fro between Antonio and Dimitri whilst shrugging his shoulders.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Erick. They're just hating 'cause you were the first to say. Thank you, Erick." I hugged his neck from behind.

"Don't sweat it, Kei."

I slid down to Antonio who wasted no time pulling me down on his lap and securing his arms around me.

"Careful." I warned causing us both to gaze at each other in concern.

"Get a room!" Dimitri commented.

"Shut up, Meechy!" Antonio and I said in unison.

I pitched the closest thing I could find at Dimitri's head which so happened to be the pack of Trolli Sour Bite Crawlers Antonio was eating.

"Happy birthday, beautiful." Antonio directed his attention back towards me.

"Aw! Thanks, mi amor." I rested my forehead against his.

"C'mon, I got something for you." He helped me stand up before helping himself up, our fingers still entwined.

He led me upstairs to the third level of the apartment where his bedroom was located. Our faces fell at the sight of a bum snooping through the drawers of his 5-drawer dresser.

"Yo, what the fuck?! Get the fuck out my room!" Antonio bellowed.

I pushed back the urge to giggle as I hid behind Antonio's back like an anxious one-year-old clinging to her mother. My immense dark brown irises watching the bum's every step out the door.

"You seriously need a lock on your door." I stated, releasing his hand and making my way towards his neatly made twin size bed.

He kissed his teeth.

"Tell me something I don't know."

My eyes wandered his small, yet overfamiliar bedroom that was far from extravagant.There was the twin bed I was currently sitting on, a Playstation 3 console and small television sitting on top of the dresser for when him, Dimitri and Erick wanted to play WWE, an iMac and condenser microphone crammed in the corner, and we can't forget the self-made paintings, psychedelic art, and family portraits he had hanging on the gray walls by push pins.

"Here we are!" Antonio exclaimed, pulling a black security box from under his bed.

I watched as he blew dust off the lid before getting off his knees and taking a seat beside me on the bed. He slipped a single key from his back pocket, preparing to unlock the box until I stopped him.

"Before you open and show me whatever is in the box... I-I need to share something with you." I breathed.

His arms fell loosely by his sides.

"Good or bad?"

"I-I'm not sure," I answered honestly, placing my Louis Vuitton pom-pom keychain aside before unzipping my handbag. "I know it's my birthday, but surprise!" I exclaimed, flashing him the positive First Response early result pregnancy test.

With his mouth ajar and his eyes widened, he reached for the test.

"You're... Pregnant? I mean, we're pregnant. H-How? I-Is it even accurate?"

"Well, remember when I told you I accidentally forgot to take the pill a couple months back and a little while after that we insisted on having sex without a condom? This is the result and I'm pretty sure it's accurate after pissing on three different tests." I entwined our fingers again and propped my chin up on his shoulder as we both gazed at the test.

"Why do you sound so offended? I was only asking. You know I got you, Kei. I won't let you down." He placed a soft kiss upon my forehead causing my cheeks to warm up. "That brings me to my next point," He finally managed to get his security box open, revealing his gold Desert Eagle and quite a few stacks of $100 bills being held together by rubber bands.

Antonio is evidently a street pharmacist, but it was only to sustain this career in music he had going on with Dimitri and Erick. It might've not been the safest job in the world, but it was efficient and efficient is what they needed in order to make it up out of here. Who am I to judge? Besides, who wouldn't want a hood gentlemen?

"You remember that house in Staten Island we were looking at after visiting my mom's burial last year?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I'ma buy it for you... For us," He stated, glancing down at my present flat stomach. "I want what's best for our child and I know you do too. This is $450,000. All I gotta do is make 19,000 more and it's ours, baby. I just need you to do me a favor."

"Anything."

"I need for you to hold on to this for me."

"Antonio, I can't. I-It's your mo—"

"It's our money, Kei," We both looked into each other's eyes intently. "You know I wouldn't be asking you if I didn't trust you. I trust you, Kei. I know you'll keep it safe." He gently unclenched my fist and placed the money in the palm of my hand. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get you anything better, but I know how bad you wanted that hou—"

I pressed my lips against his, cutting him off mid-sentence. I could feel tears of joy beginning to well up in the brim of my eyes.

"It's perfect." I whispered against his lips, a smile playing on my own.

He lowered himself on to the bed, pulling me along with him. His hands caressed what little curves I did have as my hands caressed his face. Our lips touched yet again.Before the kiss grew anymore intense, my rose gold iPhone 6s Plus began vibrating inside my handbag causing us both to pull away.

I sat up and reached for my bag, pulling my iPhone out. Unlocking it, I tapped the unread message badge and pulled XiXi's text up.

XiXi 👯💛： I'm outside

"That's XiXi. She's outside waiting on me." I informed, locking and slipping my phone back inside my handbag.

I stuffed the money Antonio gave me and the positive pregnancy test I showed him earlier inside my purse before zipping it closed, grabbing my pom-pom keychain, and standing up.

Antonio stood up and pulled me into a tight hug.

"I love you. Stay safe, okay?" I said, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, okay."

I wished Dimitri, Erick, and Mrs. Lewis farewell before walking outside to XiXi's chrome pink Jeep. Once I was seated in the passenger's seat with my seat belt strapped across me, we both reached across the armrest to embrace each other in a hug.

"Hey, best!" XiXi squealed as if she hadn't seen me just yesterday.

"Hey!" I giggled.

"Yo, we gotta go swoop mi abuelo up at the park."

"No problem." She pushed her mirror sunglasses over her eyes and switched the gear stick to drive.

Manhattan，New York City 4:30 PM

ㅤㅤㅤ“𝕱IRST OF ALL，YOU USE a griddle while cooking quesadillas, not a skillet.”

"Why does it even matter? They're both frying pans."

" 'Cause it just does, okay? Leave it to the professionals."

"You call yourself a professional?!"

Jasper and XiXi's voices trailed from the kitchen to my bedroom. The aroma of my favorite Mexican dish traveling throughout the apartment caused my stomach to growl.

I was finally back at the two-bedroom apartment in Harlem that I shared with my older brother, Jasper; my nephew, Joie; and my grandfather.

Everyone told me to lock myself in my bedroom and find something constructive to do until dinner was finished. I wasn't exactly sure what they were doing, but it wouldn't exactly be a surprise if I could hear their conversations all the way from the kitchen either.

To keep occupied like everyone had suggested, I sat on my full size bed with my navy blue Chinese Shar Pei puppy, Toto and decided to create my own photo album that I could share with everyone at the dinner table.

After slipping the photo of Jasper holding me at three years old behind a photo sleeve, I reached for the photo of our mother holding me as an infant.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀⦂⠀kei ⅋ jasper，circa ‘00.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀⦂⠀kei ⅋ mommy，circa ‘97.

It wasn't too long after this her and my father left Jasper and I to travel the world. The responsibility of raising Jasper and I fell on my grandparents.

It's funny how they're travelers, but we haven't received not one postcard nor letter informing us that they're still breathing and coming to take us home. That's just wishful thinking, I guess and I'm just lying in wait.

My grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep on a Tuesday. She was the heart of the family. These past three years without her has taken a hard toll on all of us, especially my grandfather. He once worked as a boilermaker at a steel mill, but injured his hand on the job. He was forced to quit his job and face disability. The incoming money helped us rent this apartment, but Jasper couldn't bare the thought that we were only depending on our grandfather's money to get by, so he insisted on getting a job at a local deli where he met the love of his life, Jennie.

Jennie died from amniotic fluid embolism while giving birth to Joie. Of course, it took a toll on Jasper worse than it did mi abuelo and I because we were growing to like her. Jasper figured she gave him a beautiful blessing, so he quit displaying his feelings, but I know there's not a day that passes him by where he doesn't mourn the loss of Jennie and our grandmother.

I guess we've grown immune to people walking out of lives without a simple farewell.

I felt something wet trailing down my cheek. It wasn't until I reached up to wipe it away that I had noticed I was crying. For what reason was perplex to me. I was never the one to get emotional over my current situation.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

There were a few knocks at my bedroom door causing me to flinch.

"Kei? You in there, girl? Dinner's ready." I could hear XiXi's angelic voice coming from the other side of the door.

I cleared my throat before speaking up.

"Y-Yeah, I'm here. I'll be out in a second." I sniffed.

After placing the last photo behind a photo sleeve, I closed the photo album and slid off my bed. I approached my bedroom door with Toto following behind me. Unlocking and pulling the door open, revealed XiXi with her head turned in the opposite direction. Her gaze hadn't fell upon me until I cleared my throat.

"Oh, Kei, you scared me!" She gasped.

"Sorry?" I said softly.

"It's okay, c'mon." She gently grabbed my wrist and began leading me inside the kitchen area.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀For she's a jolly good fellow， ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀for she's a jolly good fellow ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀For she's a jolly good fellooow， ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀which nobody can deny!⠀〞

I couldn't help dying of laughter at the sight of Jasper, Joie, mi abuelo, Antonio, Dimitri, Erick, and Mr. & Mrs. Lewis dressed in sombreros, faux mustaches, and maracas. Not to mention their God awful singing, but it was their way of showing affection, so it was only considerate of me to enjoy every minute of it 'cause I could've received nothing.

Jasper approached me with a triple layer marble cake made from scratch that instantly caused my mouth to water.

"Make a wish, little sis."

The dancing flames on the number candles reflected against my face. I closed my eyes and thought long and hard about something reasonable to wish for this year.

I wish to have an healthy and happy full-term pregnancy.

With my photo album clenched tightly in my hands, I leaned forward and blew out my candles. A round of applause followed after causing me to smile.

10:00 PM

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕬FTER A FUN-FILLED EVENING OF feasting, storytelling, and opening gifts, my birthday celebration had finally came to an end, sending everyone their own separate ways. Dimitri, Erick, Antonio, and his grandparents headed home, Jasper went to put Joie down for bed, and mi abuelo eventually KO'd in his recliner while watching those Western movies on the DVR, leaving XiXi and I on kitchen duty.

Out of the few gifts I received today, I really took a liking to that sewing machine and kit Jasper bought me. It'd come in handy when I start my new semester on Wednesday.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀Ladies leave yo man at home ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀The club is full of ballers and ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀They pockets full grown，⠀〞

I was aimlessly sweeping confetti and cake crumbs from the tile floors of the kitchen while XiXi loaded the dishwasher when Destiny's Child's single "Jumpin', Jumpin' " began playing from the Amazon Echo speaker sitting over on the counter. I fixated my eyes on XiXi as I aligned the broom at my side, already knowing what to expect of her.

"Don't do it..." I warned through a giggle while pointing my index finger in her direction.

XiXi, of course, accepted my warning as some sort of challenge; inching towards the speaker and boldly wrapping her hand around the volume ring.

"Everyone is asleep, XiXi! You better not! I swear to—" I was abruptly silenced by the increase of volume on the speaker. My head almost immediately fell forward into the palm of my hand at the thought of Jasper storming inside the kitchen and making a fuss about how we woke up Joie and possibly mi abuelo as well.

XiXi was so hardheaded. Speaking of whom, she sashayed her way towards me; taking the broom from my hands and sitting it up against the wall.

"C'mon, dance with me, Kei." She insisted, grabbing ahold of both my hands and dragging me to the middle of the floor though I showed no signs of amusement throughout this whole nuisance. "Will you stop being so stubborn and just dance with me, Kei?" She urged me even more than before.

Her hip coming in contact with mine and me almost flying into the dining room table is what caused me to break character and breakout into a fit of giggles.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀Though he say he got a girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Yeah it's true you got a man ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But the party ain't gon' stop ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So let's make it hot，hot，⠀〞

Watching XiXi prance around the kitchen and sing off-key to the throwback tune eventually intrigued me enough to join in. What I thought was outrageous, especially at this time of night, turned out to be quite fun and not a single soul bothered interfering, surprisingly.

Eventually the up-tempo record was replaced by something more quieter, allowing us to unwind in the chairs at the dining room table.

"Ugh, that was so much fun!" XiXi exclaimed, tilting her head back only to have it fall forward again; strands of her ginger-dyed coils covering her eyes. "Let's go clubbin'."

"Clubbin' on a Sunday, XiXi? What are we paying tithes at the door in order to get in?" I shook my head in disbelief at what she was suggesting as I dragged the Tupperware bowl full of Smartfood's white cheddar cheese flavored popcorn towards me.

She laughed at this.

"Of course not. Look, I got the perfect spot. You remember when I told you I met someone a few weeks back?"

"Yeah, what about 'em?" I asked, grabbing a handful of popcorn and stuffing it inside my mouth.

"His name's RetcH. He's the boss at this nightclub and casino called the Red Room right here in Manhattan. I'm telling you he could get us in for free."

"Uh-uh. Nope. Negatory." I immediately declined her offer by shaking my head. "Ain't no way I'm 'bout to get caught third wheeling with you and your "supposed" fling. You know the minute this bonnet goes on my head, I'm in for the night."

"Oh c'mon, Kei! It's not like he doesn't have homies and you know I'll willingly style your hair for you."

"No." I stood up from the dining room table with the Tupperware bowl and approached the trash bin which I proceeded to empty the popcorn into.

XiXi was very skilled in the field of cosmetology though she had yet to earn a diploma to show for it while I was more devoted to fashion which is probably why we clicked so much. We made the perfect team. I'd piece together our outfits for certain occasions while she went crazy with the hair dye and nail art. In fact, XiXi was the only person I trusted styling my hair and doing my mani-pedis other than myself, that is, but even that wasn't enough to make me take one for the team.

"Please?" She pleaded, following me towards the kitchen sink.

"Didn't you just hear me say 'no' or do you not comprehend? What would I get in return if I decided to go anyways? Another faded memory?"

"Or a box of strawberry Eclair's and I'll even pitch on on helping you find that bismuth crystal that you've been searching for."

I slowly turned to face her, a goofy grin playing on my lips as I batted my mink eyelashes. Her offer sounded fabricated.

"Cross your heart and hope to die?" I asked, holding out my pinky.

"I swear." She promised, but that still wasn't enough to make me accept.

"No," I shook my head. "You have to pinky swear."

"Fine! Cross my heart and hope to die." She smiled, entwining our pinky fingers.

2:00 AM

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓

ㅤㅤㅤ𝕶EI’S INDEX FINGER TRACED THE rim of her Canada Dry ginger ale soda can continuously as she sat by the bar, attentively observing her best friend shooting craps alongside RetcH and a few other betters.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒⠀⦂⠀*⠀LE SHANGHAI NIGHTCLUB⠀╱⠀red room nightclub.

Five hours.

Five hours is how long she had been seated in that bar stool, only daring to get up when she needed to use the restroom. It could've been the eight ginger ales she had washed down while patiently waiting on XiXi's say-so on when they'd be leaving, but then again frequent urination was a common symptom amongst pregnant woman.

There were offers to dance and drink from several different men, especially those of RetcH's crew, but she politely declined. She wanted to observe.

She noticed an odd group that consisted of five males, standing on the opposite end of the craps table. Three of the five men seemed rugged by their heavy streetwear and more engrossed in the game while the other two seemed to be more engaged in their cell phone or undressing Kei through their vintage Gianni Versace shades for one.

"Vodka straight." The mellowest male voice came from beside Kei, breaking her previous train of thought.

To her left stood her secret admirer whom was currently in the process of pulling $20 from his leather wallet.

Kei's eyes shifted over to the brown skin bartender placing a shot glass on the counter and cracking open one of the most expensive bottles of Roberto Cavalli Vodka then back over to her admirer.

She took this time to really admire his physique. His coiled hair hidden beneath a black snapback, his full pink lips, killer jawline, and the speckles adorning the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. The gold hoop earring dangling from his left ear, the Jesus pieces draping around his neck and the gold Rolex peeping through the sleeve of his white bomber jacket had only enhanced these features.

Little did Kei know, he was admiring her through the red lighting of the nightclub also. Her signature afro full of curls— the roots which were dyed honey blonde and exceeded out, blending in with the pink ends— were now twisted back into double buns using hair sticks. Her eyebrows were dyed the same shade of pink as the ends of her hair. Only she could pull that off with the beautiful mocha complexion she had. Her eyes were wide, but slightly slanted, giving the impression that she identified to more ethnicities than one. They were the perfect shade of dark brown. Her nose was small, but pointed outward. She had a round face, chubby cheeks, and full pink lips. She was sporting a red Cheongsam style blouse, a Louis Vuitton Alma BB handbag, black dress pants, and glossy red Giuseppe Zanotti wing sandals. A gorgeous woman with expensive taste was definitely his weakness.

He thought now would be the perfect time to introduce himself.

"I'm Tyree, Tyree Devlin. And you are?" He extended his hand out for Kei to shake.

Normally, Tyree wouldn't find himself being this polite to any ordinary female sitting by the bar past midnight. He'd just denigrate them until they found it appealing, take them to his pad in Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn for him and his crew mates to share, then he'd be kicking them all out like Martin Lawrence come morning, but Kei gave off a different aura. The same aura that got him caught up with his wife, Alina and his girlfriend, Brooklyn, but that's another topic for a different discussion.

"Uninterested." Kei responded dryly, passing on his handshake.

"Ouch." Tyree smirked, playing it off by stashing his wallet away in the pocket of his bomber jacket.

He was truly affected by Kei's response. She was definitely taking the hard to get route.

He removed his shades from his face and placed them on the counter beside his shot glass before taking a seat in the bar stool beside Kei.

She couldn't help but bite the corner of her lips at the sight of his dark brown irises.

He chucked in reaction at her, ending it by tracing his tongue along his bottom lip. It wasn't until then that Kei had noticed his gold-plated bottoms glinting in the dim lighting of the nightclub.

"Can I offer to buy you something to drink, uninterested?" He asked, finally throwing his money's worth shot of Roberto Cavalli Vodka back with ease.

Kei forced a phony cackle to leave her lips.

"No, thank you. I'm not much of a drinker." She confessed.

"Well, then can I purchase you another ginger ale? I'm almost sure that one's gone flat."

"Me and my ginger ale are just fine, thank you."

Truth be told, Kei's bladder was full and she knew she'd be excusing herself any second for a restroom break which is why she had passed on Tyree's offer.

"Suit yourself," He followed her gaze which wasn't fixated on him, but on the craps table. "Is someone catching your attention over there?" He nudged his head in the direction overcrowded table.

"My best friend, XiXi. She's standing next to the guy in the Polo bucket hat."

"Ah, I see. If you were standing next to me when I was shooting, you would've made one helluva good luck charm. I would've made a fortune off of you." Tyree slipped his fingers beneath Kei's chin only to have them slapped away.

"Don't," Kei warned. "Now, if you'd excuse me, I have to make a restroom run." She hopped off the bar stool and rushed off into the women's restroom before he even got the opportunity to see her blushing over his cheesy pick up lines.

Once she handled her business inside the stall, sanitized, and refreshed her appearance, her Giuseppe's were echoing towards the exit of the bathroom yet again.

As she extended her hand out for the handle of the door, it swung open, colliding with her nose. Her head flew back in the process. The impact was enough to send her fragile body flying across the marble floors.

She groaned in pure agony, feeling something warm gushing from both her nostrils. When she reached up to touch the substance, she noticed blood covering her fingertips in her near focal point and a 9mm MAC-11 in her far.

"Move another inch and I'll blow your fucking brains out."

Kei froze from where she was lying on the marble floors, but couldn't contain her heavy breathing nor trembles. She had been lucky enough to empty her bladder before she had faced her taker who so happened to be one of Tyree's rugged crew mates.

"Get up." He demanded, waving his MAC-11 in her direction causing her breath to hitch.

She started to pick herself up, but it seemed too slow for his patience; therefore, he didn't mind gripping the back of her neck in order to speed up the process.

"Faster, bitch! You think this shit a game, huh?" His nails were now sinking into her flesh.

She had finally released an ear piercing scream for his enjoyment.

"Shut up!" He bellowed, pushing the steel barrel to her temple as a warning.

"Okay, okay." She pleaded barely above a whisper. Tears were now escaping freely from the brim of her eyes.

"Open the door." He demanded.

She did as she was told, pulling the door open. The club was mostly clear aside from RetcH and Tyree's crew mates. Only difference was that Tyree's crew mates had all of RetcH's crew mates held hostage, that included XiXi.

"KEI!" XiXi screamed for her best friend from across the room, tears staining her face.

"You tryna die tonight?" Tyree whispered to XiXi since he was the one holding semi-automatic pistols to her and her boyfriend's dome.

Not even twenty minutes ago, Kei viewed Tyree as harmless, but now she looked at him in pure rage and it was only feeding that rebellious ego of his.

"Since y'all don't wanna play fair and swindle me out my money, we taking everything valuable around this motherfucker!" Another one of Tyree's rugged crew mates spoke through a sinister smirk while aiming AK-47's at Pockets and the bartender's head. "Slim, how's it coming along back there?"

"It's coming." Slim answered breathlessly from behind the bar.

"Aight, well, hurry up. I need for you to pull the Escalade out front."

"Bet."

"Richie, you holding up?"

"With these two lanky motherfuckers? Yeah, Raphael, I'm straight." Richie said sarcastically, holding Raptor rifles at the back of Percy and Teddy's head.

Slim managed to slide across the bar with an Adidas duffle bag full of cash, liquor, and handguns The Stallions had hidden around the Red Room. He approached Raphael, yanking the keys to the Escalade from the belt loop of his jeans.

"Be out in two minutes." He informed.

"Two minutes, no less." Raphael muttered.

That gave Slim the OK to evacuate the building.

"Fuck y'all, niggas! Y'all won't suppose to step foot on our territory anyways! Just wait 'til this gets around to Bones! Y'all dead men walking!" Torque spat.

"Bones ain't gonna do a God damn thing! You best shut the fuck up before I end your life right here, nigga!" Raphael removed his AK-47 from the bartender's head and pushed it beneath Torque's chin instead causing him to swallow spit.

Everyone but Kei seemed so distracted by Torque and Raphael's antics that they hadn't even noticed XiXi's hand inching behind RetcH's back. What would her weapon do against seven handguns?

It wasn't until the distinct sound of a car horn blowing from outside that everyone's head snapped in XiXi's direction. RetcH's 9mm Smith & Wesson clenched in her trembling hand.

"NO!" Kei screamed.

It was as if everything was in slow motion as Kei witnessed multiple bullets being lodged into her best friend's chest. Her blood splattered from Tyree's pale face to RetcH's solid white T-shirt.

XiXi fell to her knees then face first into the marble floors where she took her last few breaths until she was eventually lying in a pool of her own blood.

"YOU KILLED HER!" Sobbed Kei, dramatically collapsing in her taker's arms.

No one could actually make out what she was screaming through her uncontrollable sobbing and sniffling. She wished that this was all a bad dream and that at the click of her heels, she'd be back home with Jasper, Joie, abuelo, Toto and a breathing XiXi overshadowing her.

"Let's bounce! Matta fact, Tec, bring that bitch along too since she wanna scream. We gon' give her something to scream about." Raphael traced his tongue along his ceramic braces as he inched towards the exit, his crew mates following his every step.

You had to be a fool to think Kei was going out without putting up a fight with Tec. Of course, he wind up winning in the end, dragging her out into the pouring rain by the collar of her blouse. The buttons began popping off one by one, revealing her solid red Victoria's Secret bra.

"HELP ME!" Kei screamed in the midst of the boys stashing their gats away in the trunk of the car; her soon-to-be one way ticket to hell.

"Shut that bitch up!" Raphael demanded.

"You're the damn enforcer of this crew, I don't see why— AH!" Tec yelped at the sharp feeling of one of Kei's hair sticks being lodged into his thigh.

She attempted to crawl away, only to have Tec compress his teal high top Air Force 1's into her back before she could get any further.

"Stupid bitch." He gritted, restraining her arms behind her back and using a plastic security loop to bind her wrists together. Next would be her ankles.

Kei helplessly laid there whimpering from the throbbing discomfort of her restraints and the constant replay of witnessing her best friend get murdered. She feared for her and her unborn child too.

"Let me take you out your misery, baby girl." Tyree cooed, a smirk playing on his lips.

He stifled her screams and cries with a rag drenched in chloroform until she gradually became unconscious in tranquility.

The last thing she had seen was his alluring eyes in the rain fall.

Any dream would be better than this one.

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