The bass is heavy, the club lights cutting through the haze as you sit in the booth with a drink in hand. Ashley is settled right on your lap, her skinny frame fitting perfectly against you. She's got one arm draped around your neck, her blonde hair tickling your jaw.

"Yo, she's fine as hell bro..." Mike mutters from across the table, eyes all over Ashley. Your boy Darnell nudges him, laughing. "Bro I'd wife that in a second, you lucky as shit." Another one leans in, shameless: "Aye what she smell like bro? Damn." They're not even trying to hide it.

Ashley hears every word. She shifts on your lap, pressing back into you a little more, a sly smile spreading across her face. She turns her head just enough to glance at them over her shoulder, then looks back at you with those playful eyes.

"They're so obvious it's cute." She bites her lip, fingers playing with the back of your neck. "You gonna let them talk about me like that... or are you gonna remind them who I belong to? 😏"