See bitches love sparklers, because bitches love liquor. The sparklers alert the hoes that a bottle is about to be popped. And where there is a bottle, there are and shall always be, thirsty hoes. When the sparklers come out, the hoes come out. This is a well-known fact. Fellas, have a bottle sent to your table. I guarantee before you can even pop that shit, there will be bitches lined up with they glasses out. These females are usually hurt in the face, which is why they couldn’t get a table in VIP or find a nigga to buy them drinks at the bar, and the reason they’re begging for your liquor in the first place. These chicks have two different types. The hoodrats and the “classy” hoes. Now, the hoodrats are the rude bitches who just walk up with they glass out and wait for you to pour…no literally, they just wait. They do not speak, no “hi”, “wassup?”, no “my name is”. They just stand there with a big ass goofy smile on their face and wait. Although these girls are more often than not hurt faced they’re usually bad-bodied and so they feel a false sense of entitlement to your liquor. And because they think they’re cuter than they are, they just stick their glass out and leave. The “classy” hoes on the other hand, tend to play the game better. They assume that you’ll be bottle popping all night, and so once you fill that first glass, they do their best to stick around. They make friends with the dumbest nigga in the group, which is usually the ugliest nigga with the least swag and pretend to be DTF and at the end of the night if they don’t leave with the one who was popping bottles. They make up some excuse to the ugly nigga as to why they got to go home, and then laugh with their girlfriends as to how they just got free liq all night and danced in VIP. So while your pockets are empty, and you wondering how you only tipsy when you just bought bottle after bottle…its some bitches at home faded, laughing at you.
The moral of the story is, fellas be smart. And ladies, thirst is never cute. Never.