[center][h3][img] http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjAwMDAwMC5TbVZ5YjIxbElFdHBibWR6ZEc5dS4w/fontograd.regular.png [/img] [/h3] [color=00ff00]Location: Kingston Apartment -> El Jefe Beach House[/color] [color=00ff00]Interacting with: Chanel [@Ejected] [/color] [hr][img] http://mvgenvideos.s3-website-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/1420577921tumblr_mnc32p7I5X1rpdptuo1_500.gif [/img][hr][/center] Jerome was fast asleep when his phone glowed up. His IMessages showed Chanel was asking him where he was at. As soon as he read the message, he looked at the time. [color=00ff00] Fucking hell, nap was longer then I thought it would be[/color] thought Jerome as he rubbed his eyes. He got up the couch and headed straight to the shower. After a brisk shower, he put on a long sleeve Champion shirt with a BHHS high varsity jacket. His number “45” was written on the side of the varsity jacket with the name “Kingston” on the back. He also wore a set of black jeans, made by True Religion. He walked towards his bedroom near to the dresser to examine the various jewelry items on display. The first item he placed on was an gold Cuban-link chain. Then he placed on a simple yet effective Citizen watch on his left wrist before finally finishing off his get up by spraying an Armani cologne all over his body. Before exiting, Jerome opened a drawer in his dresser and pulled out the false bottom. In their he grabbed a small baggie of pre-rolled blunts and slotted a few in his pocket. Finally, he went towards his fridge in the kitchen. In the kitchen he grabbed two small bottles of liquor, one of Rum and one of Gin. He grabbed his set of car keys and a Supreme Zippo lighter before departing the apartment. [color=00ff00] Had work, Uncle wanted me to help a customer, coming soon. [/color] Jerome texted Chanel as he walked towards the Black Porsche, which was recently cleaned and ready for the night out. He got into the driver seat of the car before looking around a moment, checking for any cops or anything out of the ordinary. Common procedure for a guy of his caliber driving in a nice car like this he’d thought, plus considering the shit that was about to go down tonight at the party? He didn’t wanna’ be the reason for it to fuck up due to a unwanted invitee. The Porsche roared down the highway before taking the scenic route to the Beach House, the party by the looks of it was getting hotter by the moment. Cars lined the streets as the Porsche slowly looked for parking. He shook his head before he did a 3 point turn. [color=00ff00]Guy doesn’t got any grass, so he wouldn’t mind me parking on the property instead of the street.[/color] Jerome thought as the car slowly reversed onto the space beside the driveway. Jerome got out of the car and locked it twice before he whipped out his IPhone, he took a quick snapchat video of all the cars and the exterior of the house before doing a quick selfie of himself. [color=00FF00] Whatcha’ saying ya’ll, we out here in the beach life. [/color] Jerome said, before hiding his phone inside of his pocket. Jerome then unscrewed the bottle of Gin in his bottle and downed it quickly before tossing it aimlessly on the driveway. He walked into the house and looked around at the ever-raging party scene. He nodded to himself before he spotted a familiar face, Chanel in one of the corners of the house. Jerome headed that way. [color=00ff00] Whatcha’ saying girl. Sorry about the late timing and shit, man’s gotta’ grind ya’ feel?[/color]