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The King’s Country [1]

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black!OC

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1,302

Visuals: Kashmere | Faith

Part 1 | Part 2

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Kashmere danced around the hotel suite, swaying her hips to the melodic tunes of Sardokie. The room smelled of sweet berries and candy, much like cotton candy. To her side, Faith, her best friend from college, twirled about in the smoke. Their movements were light and airy, like dancing on clouds while their heads were high in them.

“So ma paddy don’t lose guard ka wa’koma to wo yamu,” Kash sang.

Faith passed the source of their mellow moods to Kash, who brought it to her lips and took a long drag. It was too early for this, she thought. The sun had barely set over Los Angeles and the night was still young. On any other Friday night, the girls would be preparing to head out to some club, Fashion Nova fits and make up all set. One night in to wind down wouldn’t hurt, however. They had the rest of the weekend to wild out, all thanks to the convention. 

The California African Association held a weekend long convention every May before Memorial Day. People from all over the state, and sometimes even the country, gathered at this conference to celebrate all things Africa. Notable figures of the various communities represented make it a point to attend at least one of the days. These guests ranged from activists and lower level celebs to the occasional dignitary— and even pageant girls. 

Thanks to her ‘exemplary’ behavior in the community and her knack for connecting with others, Faith was crowned Miss Nigeria 2018. Now it was only on the state level, but that didn’t matter none. Faith was the girl other Nigerian families compared their daughters to, and she planned to take full advantage of the position and perks. 

The music began to fade out as the playlist came to an end. 

“Man, RIP Castro,” Kashmere said. “Wait, can you say rest in peace if he’s missing?”

Faith burst into laughter, “Bitch, you wrong for that.” She took another drag from the blunt and exhaled. 

“I’m serious! Man whateva’,” Kash sucked her teeth. “I’m gonna go look for a vending machine, you want anything?”

"Why would I want anything when we have room service on the way?”

“So is that a no?” Kash asked. 

Faith caved in, “Cookies and Skittles, please.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Kash wasn’t big on appearances, and at the moment she looked like everything you’d expect for a quick snack run. Neat black braids sat in a messy bun, a few strands hanging in her face as she wandered the halls. Kash wore a white tee, olive green baggy sweats that sagged under the weight of her phone, and a pair of red eyes that revealed her lack of sobriety.

A machine built for convenience should be easy to locate, Kash thought. Only 10 minutes passed since Kashmere began her search, yet she wandered around for what felt like hours. The Cotton Candy Kush in her system made her movements sluggish, courtesy of the indica. 

“Oh c’mon..” she muttered. The first day of the convention already had her worn out, which is why she planned to stay in with Faith. Both of them modeled in the fashion show used to kick off the festivities, and now the exhaustion was creeping up on Kash.

 A faint buzzing told Kash she was heading in the right direction, and soon enough she finally found the machine. 

She sucked her teeth, “How y’all only gonna have one machine on the floor?” Kash quickly glanced over the selection of snacks, her bottom lip tucked in as she bit it. A few dollars went into the machine, and after she hit several keys, items began to dispense. Faith’s stuff dropped first: a bag of vanilla sandwich cookies and tropical Skittles. Up next were Kash’s chocolate bar and hot fries. The bar fell with ease, but the chips sat on the edge of their path, taunting Kash from the top row. 

Almost immediately, Kash placed both hands on the sides of the machines. Her energy and tolerance were low, but her determination was high and ready to get what was hers. 

Shake. Shake. Shake. 

Nothing.

Frustration oozed out of Kashmere as she tried to reevaluate the situation. She attempted to charge at the machine with her shoulder, but her energy was depleted. Kash pressed her cheek against the cool glass, mumbling pleas of desperation under her breath. 

“Please.. Pleaaaaase.. I just want my chips and I’ll bounce, I’ll even leave the cookies,” she sighed. 

“You good? You need some help there?”

Kash quickly shot up and away from the machine, awkwardly attempting to regain composure in front of the stranger. That damn cotton candy. 

The stranger stood in front of Kash, about six feet, give or take, and exuding this overbearing sense of confidence. Although his comment appeared concerned, the smug grin his lips formed betrayed him. It was strange. There was a sense of familiarity to him, but Kash was good with names. He wasn’t the forgettable type, definitely not with his keloid laced muscles and braided back dreads. 

He cleared his throat and Kashmere snapped out of her thoughts.

“Uh.. Nah, nah. I got it, thanks,” she said simply. 

Without waiting for a response, Kash turned back towards the machine and shook it with all her might. Being the Taurus she was, Kash wouldn’t let this guy know how much she was struggling, or the fact that she wished she allowed him to help her. Nope, Kashmere Asare never caved in. 

“Just.. gotta.. ugh.”

The machine wouldn’t give in. Kashmere was almost about to admit defeat, but the stranger had other ideas in mind. He gave Kash a gentle nudge to the side, allowing him to intervene.

“Here, watch this,” he said. 

All she could do was glare at his hand. The hand on her shoulder caught Kash off guard, but her surroundings might as well been moving in slow motion. Her reflexes were delayed, so she complied with the push for the time being. The stranger mimicked her previous stance and checked the machine with his shoulder, and just like that the chips fell. 

“Nah, what the hell?” Kash questioned. “Nah man, this machined hoe’d me. Ain’t no way you got it down that easy.”

A small chuckle escaped his lips as the stranger reached into the machine, retrieving not one, but two items. Another bag of chips fell due to his force, and now they were both in Kash’s hand.

“Well..” she sighed, “thank you, although I would’ve gotten it down eventually.”

That was a lie and they both knew it, spoken or not. Kashmere feigned a look of resilience, and the man just returned it with a cocky smirk.

“I’m sure you would’ve,” he sneered. 

Kash abruptly began to walk backwards towards her room, one hand clutching the waistband of her sweats and the other holding the snacks to her chest. Their eye contact never broke, even as Kash continued to back away. 

“Uh huh. I’m telling you, I would’ve.”

“Sure, if you say so,” he replied.

The guy mimicked her movements, walking backwards while looking at Kash. 

“Hey, catch,” she tossed the second bag of chips to him, “Keep it.”

The trip back to the suite was much easier than the journey to the machine. In no time Kash was back in the room and pleasantly greeted by the smell of warm food. Faith didn’t hesitate to start without Kash. She was just as hungry, if not hungrier, and Kashmere would understand. Faith had her food on her lap, a new prerolled blunt tucked behind her ear, and the television playing some random reality show in the background. 

“Girl, what took you so long?”

Kash let out a small sigh, laying down on the bed.

“The machine, the machine happened.”