#theLIFEATL🍑 S4 | EP 1 | Back Like We Never Left.

ADYN RICHIE: Damn it’s been a minute, I hope I can remember how to do this, y’all know I’m shy.

PRODUCER: SHHHY? You? Never!

ADYN RICHIE: Well you know I don’t need no introduction, but for the ones that don’t know me, I’m Adyn Richie the brother to Noah Richie aka Richie Rich and Atlanta I’m back on your tv screens giving y’all dope boy fresh and unbothered realness.

Adyn chuckles.

ADYN RICHIE: I know y’all missed me and I missed y’all too, trust! A lot has went down since we last saw each other, i'm out here handling business, making a coin and just purchased my first home in my name, yes bitch my name is on the deed.

Adyn holds up a piece of paper.

ADYN RICHIE: Y’all know these hoes out here perpetrating so I had to come with the receipts. And not only did I buy a home but it’s my birthday today and I’m already on turn up mode. I called Chase to meet me and the real estate agent at my new home so I can get the keys and to talk about the party we’re throwing tonight at #ManniLounge for my birthday.

The scene opens up outside of Adyn’s new 4 bedroom, 5.5 half bathroom located in Buck head. Adyn is shown talking with his agent Leslie Womack finalizing the deal and picking up his keys.

ADYN RICHIE: Leslie I can’t stress enough how excited I am about finally buying my very first home, no help from anyone, this is all me.

Adyn looks up at his home and smiles uncontrollably.

ADYN RICHIE: I can’t wait to really make it mine.

LESLIE WOMACK: I know how exciting it can be to purchase your own home, especially your first one, this calls for some champagne.

ADYN RICHIE: My friend Chase is meeting me here, he’s running a little behind but that isn’t surprising.

LESLIE WOMACK: That’s absolutely fine, while we wait for him, I’ll head into the house and pour us some glasses of champagne so we can really celebrate.

Leslie makes her way into Adyn’s new home leaving Adyn standing alone in the front yard, he walks up and down the yard contemplating the things he can do with it. Adyn looks up and notices a Porsche Cayenne pulling into the driveway and inside Chase is shown jamming to some music from H.E.R.



CHASE LIU: I’m back bitches, happy, employed and paid. The last two years of my life have been a challenge but here I am standing tall and strong and on my own.

Chase shakes his head.

CHASE LIU: During the pandemic Jaser and I decided to re-enter each other’s lives just to see what could happen, after our first break up we figured time would have healed those wounds but unfortunately the wounds were still open. I really wanted it to work the second time but that didn’t happen, so here I am single and alone.

Chase shrugs.

CHASE LIU: But that’s just the way the cookie crumbles, plus with the opening of #ManniLounge I really don’t have the time to entertain a relationship, hell I don’t have time to play either.

Chase smirks at the camera.

CHASE LIU: But I did make time to meet up with my bestie Adyn, over the last few months we’ve really built a bond and he has been there for me in more ways than one. So I had to be here with him to help him celebrate not only buying a house but also celebrate his birthday.

The scene cuts back to the two, Chase hops out of the Porsche with a wine bottle in hand and his phone in the other and he rushes up to Adyn giving him a huge hug.

CHASE LIU: I’m so happy for you Adyn, this is fucking nice.

ADYN RICHIE: Thank you, I swear this house was built for me, I can’t wait to add my own little touch to it.

CHASE LIU: I can see you doing a lot too, are you going to have a housewarming party?

ADYN RICHIE: Ugh that I don’t know, you know I don’t mingle with a lot of these girls in ATL, most of them are messy and I honestly don’t have the time.

CHASE LIU: I think you should, so you can boast about how good your doing, a lot of these girls were counting on you to fail. But let’s talk about this bday bash tonight, I already have everything set up and I know you’ll be happy with the outcome.

ADYN RICHIE: I haven’t thrown a party in a while, but this year I have a lot of things to celebrate.

CHASE LIU: I invited everyone, I hope that’s okay.

ADYN RICHIE: Oh really? Even the ones I don’t like or that don’t like me?

CHASE LIU: Hey I figured why not let everyone see the big moves you’ve been making.

ADYN RICHIE: That is true.



ADYN RICHIE: I honestly don’t care who shows up, Donald Trump could show up if he wanted too and that wouldn’t stop my party. And hey if someone wants to start drama at my party then just be prepared to catch these hands.

The scene cuts back to Chase and Adyn.

ADYN RICHIE: This is going to be one of the hottest parties of the year.

CHASE LIU: I know I can’t wait, will you and Hector go together, that would be cute, it would solidify you guys relationship, let the world know you're happy and in love.

Chase smiles.

ADYN RICHIE: I don’t know, Hector seems to think I’m hiding him but I don’t want anyone in our business. It would be cute to have a little outing since the majority of the time was always indoors, but between both of our schedules it’s really hard for us to really hang out together.



ADYN RICHIE: Hector is cool, very soft spoken and chill and to be honest I needed that in my life. He brings out that side of me that the world never really gets to see and sometimes I don’t know how to feel about that. I've been hurt before and I don’t ever want to feel that pain again. I don’t want Hector to feel as though he’s a secret but at the same time I don’t want a lot of people in our business, once the outside influences start pouring in then that’s when the issues begin.

The scene cuts back to Chase and Adyn.

CHASE LIU: Well this party will celebrate your birthday, you buying a home and the coming out party for you and Hector, I fucking love it!

ADYN RICHIE: Let’s have fun bitch.

The two laugh and continue talking as the scene fades and reopens into focus on the face of former ATL cast member, Dax Becket walking up a set of steps with a suitcase in each hand, going up to a mid-sized home in East Atlanta. He stops to take a look at the peach tree in his front yard and he can’t help but smirk before walking the rest of the way to the front door to unlock it.



In the confessional booth, Dax Beckett is seen leaning back in his chair, kicking his feet halfway in the air and throwing his fists up into the air rapidly. He is cackling joyfully before wiping at his beard, hiding his smile briefly.

DAX BECKETT: That’s right bitches, I’m back in the ATL, taking over your screens, and ready to entertain you all!

*Crickets chirp*

Dax slowly looks around, confused, he then looks at the camera and raises his eyebrows.

DAX BECKETT: Fuck all that. I came back with a better attitude, and I’m gonna run this city in no time. Okay, maybe not “no time”. But you will remember me after season 4, motherfuckers. I promise you that.

Dax leans forward in his chair, stroking his beard as he looks into the camera playfully and menacingly before it fades back to the scene.

As soon as the door opens, we see new furniture still under wraps, sitting in place. He looks around at his new home with pride for a moment until someone bumps into him from behind, causing him to stumble a bit. He turns around to see a shorter blonde female holding three boxes in her arms as she gives Dax a bit of a glare.

SKYE DEVEREUX: C’mon cupcake. Let’s put a move on this. Mama’s gotta get acquainted with the scene here in Atlanta, and I’m in a bit of a hurry to do that.

Dax cracks a half smirk as he sets the suitcases down. He takes one box at a time from Skye and sets them down on the living room floor.

DAX BECKETT: Tell you what. Why don’t you take the van for a spin while I unload the truck. I’m feeling friendly tonight.

Skye looks at him for a second, a smile coming across her face as she waits for the other shoe to drop.

SKYE DEVEREUX: As much as I would love to take the hippie van for a ride around town, I think we need to get the boxes handled. I’m not sure a dirty white tank top and a pair of ripped jeans is gonna draw the right kind of attention.

DAX BECKETT: Bitch, neither is being seen with me. In case you didn’t watch my season, I was basically a joke, and people around here don’t forget that.

Skye purses her lips as she walks over to Dax, placing a big kiss on his cheek, in a friendly sort of way. She then spanks him and walks back toward the door. Dax peels his shirt off and whips it at Skye, who shrieks and runs out of the door while Dax chases after her. They run around the truck a bit, playing around more than actually doing work. Dax jumps into the back of the truck and hands a few boxes to Skye, and then tries to flex by carrying bulkier boxes, sweat glistening off of his half naked body.

Once they get up the steps with this set of boxes, they see a shadow coming through the kitchen, and their tones regulate as they are ready to buck up on somebody. They walk toward the dining room, and Skye puts a hand on her chest, as Dax sighs and then smacks the wall. An older man walks through the doorway with a bottle of wine in one hand, and two glasses in the other. He looks at Dax and holds his arms out for a hug.

DAX BECKETT: Hi dad…

MEL BECKETT: Son, your mother and I wanted to surprise you.

DAX BECKETT: Yeah, well it’s fucking rude to enter someone’s home without letting them know you’re even here…

Skye smacks Dax in the arm and gives him a dirty look as she takes the bottle from Mel and places it down on the plastic wrap over the dining room table.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Dammit, Dax. Don’t you have any respect for your dad?

SHANNON BECKETT: We’ve taught Daxton to speak his truth, and to shatter language boundaries. But thank you for thinking of us, sweetie.

MEL BECKETT: Who doesn’t enjoy a good fuck every now and then?

Mel looks over at his beautiful wife, who brushes her blonde hair behind her ear, trying to play it off, but the blush tint to her cheeks says otherwise.

DAX BECKETT: I repeat, what are you guys doing here?

Shannon places three more glasses down on the tabletop as Dax’s sister, Piper, walks around the corner with a platter of grapes, cheese, and crackers. She casually sets it down and walks away, and Dax flips her off as she uses her middle finger to scratch at her back, stopping to admire a few men who are now carrying boxes inside.

SHANNON BECKETT: Honey, you need to be TV ready, rested, and settled in ASAP to maximize your appeal. I know you’ve been a little depressed that the others don’t like you very much, so I wanted to make this as stress free as possible.

DAX BECKETT: Oh yeah? Why are you even here then?

Mel rubs his son’s shoulder before pulling him in for a side hug that Dax doesn’t reciprocate. He looks around the house as Skye pops the wine open and pours for everybody to cool off the situation.

MEL BECKETT: We support you in everything you do, son. We want you to know that, no matter what, you are loved.

Mel lowers his head a bit, but raises his eyebrows so that his steely blue eyes look right into Dax’s. Dax rolls his eyes as his dad pats his shoulder once more to pick up a glass of wine and a grape. Skye has a piece of cheese and she looks kind of funny at it.

SKYE DEVEREUX: I mean no disrespect, but this cheese tastes kinda funny. Is it sposed-tuh?

MEL BECKETT: I wasn’t sure if Dax was still living the “vegan” lifestyle, so we brought a cheese substitute.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Well, I hope those aren’t grape substitutes…

In the confessional booth, we see Skye sitting in the seat, but she looks almost speechless for a second. Her eyes wander back and forth slowly with her mouth gaped open.

SKYE DEVEREUX: They were. Who the hell makes fake grapes? Pffft, it ain’t my money, honey…

The scene fades and reopens inside of Club Lady Boy, Malachi Snow aka Chanel Snow who is already dressed in drag is shown walking down the runway setup inside the club testing out the new floors that were recently installed, she takes one more walk before climbing down off the runway and onto the main floor.



CHANEL SNOW: I know y’all thought y’all wasn’t going to see me again but chile MIL came knocking with an offer and a fat check, and the Lord knows I would be a fool if I would have said no, plus with the pandemic going on and Club Lady Boy being closed for a long period of time caused me nothing but stress.

Chanel snaps her finger.

CHANEL SNOW: But chile that has changed as of today, Lady Boy opened back up a few weeks ago and business is better than ever, the girls don’t care about Miss Covid out in these streets but as long as their adhering to the rules then I don’t have a problem with y’all coming out to party. I just finished our runway remodel and I added a couple features too that the girls will love once they walk it. Rico has been very hands on when it comes to making LadyBoy fresh and new, I wish the same was happening in our relationship though.

The scene cuts back to Lady Boy, Chanel is shown in the back office sitting on the edge of the desk scrolling through instagram, she doesn’t notice Rico who casually walks into her office and stands in front of her.

RICO LEMAR: Lucky I’m not a robber or a murderer because you would be dead right now.

CHANEL SNOW: Haha funny, I saw you on the security before you walked into the building, I knew you would eventually make your way back here, but I saw you had to stop and flirt with Trina at the bar.

Chanel rolls her eyes as she walks behind her desk and sits in her chair.

RICO LEMAR: You starting this shit again?

CHANEL SNOW: Why did you feel the need to stop and talk to her on the way in?

RICO LEMAR: She spoke, I spoke back.

CHANEL SNOW: Boy bye, y’all sat there and laughed and Kiki’d like y’all was best sista friends or something.



PRODUCER: Who is Trina and why does she make you so angry?

Chanel rolls her eyes.

CHANEL SNOW: Trina my cousin that my auntie begged me to give a job too, she cool and all but the way she be flirting with my man drives me insane, I want to fire her ass but I know my aunt would have a fit but home girl giving me Ebony vibes from The Players Club and I don’t like it.

The scene cuts back to Chanel and Rico.

RICO LEMAR: I didn’t come to argue, I wanted to take you out and get something to eat.

CHANEL SNOW: I already ate, it was just a salad but I could go for some mozzarella sticks and a drink.

Chanel laughs

RICO LEMAR: Yes for once don’t say no to me, and maybe we can talk about this wedding finally.

Chanel rolls her eyes.

CHANEL SNOW: No, not today.

RICO LEMAR: Well when Malachi?



PRODUCER: You two have been engaged for two years now, why haven’t you officially tied the knot yet?

Chanel shrugs, taking a minute to respond, she takes a sip of her special drink she has sitting in her mug.

CHANEL SNOW: Because Rico is not ready to be a husband, and we’ll leave it at that.

Chanel smirks and the scene cuts back to the two.

CHANEL SNOW: Listen you did a great job with help renovating the club and honestly I wanted to focus on that and also opening a new club with Trinity.

RICO LEMAR: So you're using Trinity as an excuse, why don’t you let her run that club because you practically run this by yourself, if you take on the stresses of another club then you’ll barely have time for me.

CHANEL SNOW: I hear you Rico.

RICO LEMAR: But you’re not listening and that’s the problem.

CHANEL SNOW: I don’t want to argue, can we just grab lunch and try to have a good day.

Chanel reaches for her items off her desk and she grabs Rico’s hand, the two exit the office and head towards the entrance as the scene fades to The sound of tattoo needles buzzing echoes before the picture even comes in. We see the entry to ¡A Huevo! Tattoo & Piercing of ATL. The walls are painted in red, yellow, and black, to emulate flames, with a sinister devil in the middle. There are sugar skulls and pinup girls all over the walls leading to the desk. A woman sits at the front desk, filing her nails, looking straight chola. She doesn’t even look up at the cameras as we move around to see a few rooms with curtains shut in front of them. We go to the end of the hall where we see newcomer Benny Moreno. He is seen standing with a client, going over a piece on a sketch pad.

BENNY MORENO: Sé que estabas pensando en alas de ángel como telón de fondo ... pero ¿qué piensas de las plumas texturizadas? (Translated: I know you were thinking of angel wings for the backdrop... but what do you think of textured feathers?)

Customer: Eso sería demasiado caro para mí. (Translated: That would be too expensive for me.)

Benny shakes his head as he shows the beautiful piece to the customer. It is an older woman, with the name of Marisol Guitierez 1947-2021 spelled out in front, with textured wings behind her.

BENNY MORENO: No se puede poner precio a la perfección, amigo. Este es un tributo a tu abuela. Ten un maldito respeto. (Translated: You can't put a price on perfection, friend. This is a tribute to your grandma. Have some damn respect.)

The customer thinks it over for quite a long moment as we are left to study the beautiful drawing. Finally, the customer nods his head, and Benny finishes texturing the feathers in just a matter of a few seconds. He shows it to the customer, who can’t help but smile.

BENNY MORENO: Déjame hacer una copia y volveré enseguida para empezar. (Translated: Let me go make a copy, and I'll be right back to start.)

Benny walks off to an office area just across the hall.



BENNY MORENO: Yo, yo, YO! Where my paisas at? You might not seen this face before, but, parceros, you gonna get to know it.

Benny adjusts his septum piercing, and runs his hand across his mustache and beard.

BENNY MORENO: A little bit about myself. I was born in Medellin, Colombia. Moved to Cali when I was 9, then came out to Atlanta when I was 18. Been out here making moves ever since. I’m a tattoo artist, aspiring model, and… who knows? Actor? Porn star?

Benny geeks a bit as he shakes his head, lifting his knee up before stomping down and laughs.

BENNY MORENO: I mean, probably not. But I would really love to open up my own shop, even though A Huevo will always be my home. Been known these boys for six years now. For now, I’m just gonna see what’s up with theLife ATL, have some fun, and do what I do. Throwing money around like I got it to spare, and drinking like nobodies fuckin’ business, throwing down polas…

Benny comes back to the customer and he begins applying the piece to the customer’s forearm. He gets the inks placed, and then he loads the needle into the gun, turning it on to test it, and then he turns it back off. He props the man’s arm up on the armrest, and he wipes it down with disinfectant. He switches to English for the cameras.

BENNY MORENO: Your abuela was a fixture in our community, man. She’s gonna be missed for sure. Nobody does huevos con chorizo like her.

Customer: Yeah, and she never once shared the recipe. Ain’t no one gonna get to taste that ever again.

Benny shakes his head as he dips the needle into the black ink to go to work.

BENNY MORENO: She would’ve loved to seen this piece.

Customer: You really got the eyes right. It means a lot to me that you was able to get it right, homez. I know it’s your job, but there’s something special about your work. I knew I wanted to come to you.

Benny flashes a smile to the man in the seat next to him, who reaches over to try to rub on Benny’s arm, but Benny moves out of the way of it to politely reject the advance.



Benny blows out a large exhaled breath, letting that hang in the air for a second. He then shakes his head and rubs his beard once again.

BENNY MORENO: Niggas on the DL be trying stuff all the time. The DL’s, the curious ones. Being openly gay in my community don’t always come easy. Vatos try hitting me up every time they get an itch in their ass or on their cocks, like it’s my responsibility to take care of it. I didn’t get kicked out of my house at 18, move halfway across the country to start over, get fucked with all day, every day, cursed out, and my shit vandalized to be someone else’s experiment.

Benny’s eyes are narrowed as his voice raises, telling his story. He purses his lips and tries to calm himself down.

BENNY MORENO: I ain’t no prude, but I did not sign up to be sexually harassed at work. At least this dude got the hint after one try, and let me finish my work. He slipped me an extra tip, and wrote his number down, but I ain’t gonna call.

Benny folds his hands together and leans forward, licking at his bottom lip.

BENNY MORENO: Besides. I already got eyes on one of my new cast members and their juicy peaches if you know what i’m sayin’, mang…

Benny pushes his way through the back door of A Huevo tattoo shop and he leans against the gritty brick wall. He pulls out a cigarette and lighter and immediately goes to it.

BENNY MORENO: Maldito hijo de puta chupapollas! (Lots of expletives.)

Benny punches the brick wall, busting open his right knuckles as he does so. He shakes it off as he begins pacing back and forth in the alley behind the shop. He finishes his cigarette about halfway through and then he flicks it down the alleyway, and disappears inside.


PARIS PART ONE

The scene opens back up in downtown Atlanta in front of a luxury high-rise condominium. After a few exterior shots, the scene then switches to inside one of the condos. It’s decked out in all modern stylings with various pop-art paintings hung up on the walls and minimalist / mid century modern furniture set up nicely. Upon further inspection, most of the art on the walls are portraits of a familiar face belonging to none other than Pars Aleksander.



PARIS ALEKSANDER: “Alright lets try this again...take two mothafuckas! That’s right, i’m BACK bitches. For those who don’t know me, my name is Paris Aleksander. If I don’t look familiar it’s because I originally shot about half of a season prior to this but...due to some..uhhhh….personal issues, all of that footage was unaired. “

PRODUCER: Personal issues?

PARIS ALEKSANDER: “Well, okay so...I USED to be known as an Olympic Diver BUT lately i’m more known for my reputation as a party boy. Since my last “appearance” on The Life, a lot of shit has gone down. I got a DUI, married some dude though that didn't last very long...and I kinda got into a little bit of trouble with the law. It was a total misunderstanding though. I had no idea those guys thought I was an escort!”

PRODUCER: “Are you saying you were arrested for prositution?”

PARIS ALEKSANDER: “I wouldn’t say arrested...more like detained...like I said, it was a total misunderstanding. I didn’t know those guys thought I was an escort.”

PRODUCER: “How could you not know?”

PARIS ALEKSANDER: “BECAUSE! People offer to fly me out to places and get me gifts all the time. Comes with the territory of being a world class athlete. I just thought they were fans…”

Paris shrugs.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:”…and it’s actually pretty funny because it turns out my reputation as a party boy caught the attention of the people at White Claw...and now i’m basically the new spokesperson for them! They even started paying me to do nightclub appearances for them. It’s pretty dope actually! Living the dream, my friends!”


Cutting back to Paris’s condo, we now see him getting ready for one of those nightclub appearances. Surrounded by racks of clothing, Paris tries on a few different outfits with the help of a couple stylists and models them in front of a three way mirror. After trying on a few more pieces, he finally decides on a distressed light blue denim jacket with graffiti spray painted all over it, matching distressed denim shorts, and a pair of bright neon orange Christian Louboutin sneakers. He tops the look off with a pair of Fendi sunglasses with the zucca print logo etched all over the lenses. Paris takes a step back and admires his reflection with a smirk.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: “Yeah...this is it for sure!”



PRODUCER: “So what made you want to come back to the show? If we recall, you weren’t exactly popular with a lot of the other cast members your first time around.”

PARIS ALEKSANDER: “Pffft, fuck em. They weren’t ready for me when I tried the first time...and to be honest the ones who didn’t like me were boring as fuck anyway, so who even cares? I wanted to come back and inject some much needed energy into this cast because, let’s face it, they desperately need it. I’m ready to show the world what ATL really has to offer...namely, me!”

PRODUCER: “Have you kept in touch with any of the cast since your departure?”

PARIS ALEKSANDER: “I mean obviously I kept in touch with Alexis because we were friends before the show. Also, through social media and just being out I’ve run into Dax and Skye a few times...I actually invited them out to my appearance tonight so we can get to know eachother better. They seem like a good time. Weirdly enough I got an invite from Chase tonight for Adyn’s birthday party. It sounds like a setup if you ask me, but fuck it. I’ll already be out doing my paid appearance and I’m only really obligated to stay at that venue for like 45 minutes…so I’ll stop by ClubManni afterwards and grace everyone with my presence.”

Paris winks at the camera.

The scene then cuts back to the interior of Paris’s apartment. He heads over to the kitchen and cracks open his favorite Black Cherry flavored White Claw and nearly downs the entire thing in one go before there’s a knock at his door. He jogs over to the front door and opens it, expecting to see his best friend Alexis Hunter—who was accompanying him to his appearance and then Adyn’s party—on the other side.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:BESTIIIIIIE!!!! Are you ready to turn the fuck up tonight or what?!

Only it wasn’t Alexis on the other side of the door. Instead, it was Paris’s business manager Shooter Brown.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: Shooter? What are you doing here?

Paris asks with a confused look on his face. Shooter let’s himself into Paris’s condo and Paris closes the door behind him. Shooter walks over to the kitchen and begins to pour himself a glass of whiskey with an anxious look on his face.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:What’s going on? I know that look…you’re starting to freak me out.

Paris says, following Shooter into the kitchen and grabbing himself another Black Cherry White Claw and popping the lid open before taking a sip. Shooter downs his whiskey in one gulp and takes a moment before taking a moment to compose himself. Shooter was somewhat young to be a manager, in his early thirties. However whatever stress he was under made him look like he’s aged a whole decade. He lets out a deep sigh and cradles his forehead in one hand before finally speaking.

SHOOTER: I don’t know how to even tell you this…

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Will you just fuckin spit it out already?!

SHOOTER: ….Remember over the summer when you got married to *BLEEP* (name redacted for legal reasons) for like five minutes?

PARIS ALEKSANDER: ummmm barely.

SHOOTER: Yeah well it looks like you and the rest of the world are about to be reminded.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:what are you even talking about?

Shooter lets out another deep sigh.

SHOOTER: Right before I got here, I got a call from a reporter from Page Six…they were calling to let me know that somebody was shopping around a sex tape of you two, and that they’re going to be running with the story and it’s going to be published on their website tomorrow. Did you know that this tape existed?

PARIS ALEKSANDER:What?! Uhhh no I absolutely did not! Maybe it’s not me!

SHOOTER: Thats what I said but then they sent it to me and…Paris…it’s you.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: What the fuck?! I DID NOT record a sex tape.

SHOOTER: I believe you…from what I saw it didn’t look like you knew you were being recorded. But it’s definitely you.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Wait, back it on up…you WATCHED it?!

SHOOTER: I had to, only for a second, to confirm if it was actually true or not!

PARIS ALEKSANDER:…fucking perrrrv! Do I at least look good in it?

SHOOTER: Focus, Paris. This is serious.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:you jerked off to it didn’t you? I knew you were always eyeballing my ass.

SHOOTER: That’s beside the point!

PARIS ALEKSANDER:oh whatever, you little freak. Who even gives a shit about Page Six? Literally nobody reads that garbage.

SHOOTER: I mean…they have over four hundred and eighty thousand followers on IG.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:is that all? I have way more than that!

SHOOTER: Paris, I don’t think you get the gravity of the situation. You’re not some social media influencer or Hollywood celebrity. You’re a world class athlete. You represent America…and part of that includes conservative middle America.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:So what’s the big deal? Everybody already knows I’m gay.

SHOOTER: It’s one thing for people to know about your sexuality. It’s another thing for people to actually SEE it, specifically seeing you spread eagle on some dudes face in the sixty nine position.

Paris gasps.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:So you DIIIIID watch it!

SHOOTER: Listen, the point is…you have a responsibility to the companies who sponsor you. Think of all of the endorsements you would lose if people decide to cancel you, and your corporate sponsors suddenly start considering you as a liability. They’re going to pull out and then you’ll have nothing.

Paris pauses for a second before taking a sip of his White Claw.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:yeah…I guess that would be kinda lame.

SHOOTER: SUPER lame.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:So then what do I do?

SHOOTER: For now, nothing. Just stay out of trouble…try to clean up your image a little…no partying except for paid appearances and even at those don’t get too crazy. I’m going to figure out how we can get ahead of this.



PRODUCER: How do you think the sex tape of you and *BLEEP* got out?

PARIS ALEKSANDER:I was shocked when I heard that somebody would put out a sex tape of me and *BLEEP* ….and to be honest I didn’t even know it existed, let alone know who could have leaked it.

PRODUCER:Do you have any idea how it could have gotten out?

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Well it obviously didn’t come from me…and there’s only one person who was in possession of this video so…I have my suspicions.

PRODUCER: You think it was *BLEEP* ?

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Yeah…most likely.

PRODUCER:Why would he do that?

PARIS ALEKSANDER:well…during that super short time we were married, Dax and I happened to hook up…I think *BLEEP* found out and he’s kinda the jealous type. I feel like it’s probably some type of revenge.


The scene cuts back to Paris and Shooter.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:but wait…I didn’t know I was being recorded…so is that even legal to leak it? Like, aren’t there revenge porn laws or something?

SHOOTER: hat’s IF *BLEEP* was the one who for sure leaked it in the first place. Listen, for now don’t worry about it. Just do what I said…go to your appearance tonight…stay out of trouble…I’ll speak to your lawyers and get all of this figured out.



PARIS ALEKSANDER:Honestly, this news kinda killed my vibe…but I have an obligation to make my club appearance for White Claw…and I already said I’d go to Adyn’s birthday party…so I’m just gonna trust what my manager says and try to stay out of trouble…one things for sure though…after this bombshell? I’m definitely gonna need something a little stronger than a White Claw.




Porter Introduction


The scene opens up with Mario Vontez Porter wearing a custom design champagne white Gucci suit. As he sits back in a black leather chair. Sitting across from one of the producers of the show. He sits up and looks towards the camera.



Mario PORTER: Allow me to introduce myself to the viewers watching at home and to the cast members I will be working with this season. I am Marion Vontez Porter, the son of successful and wealthy journalist Denzel Porter. Now just like him, I am a success story in my own right. I'm a successful professional wrestler for Fight! NYC, much like my good friend Todrick- Tabor Ramsey who got me on this show and shout out to Austin too that's my homie but now back to The Porter Brand, besides making money in the ring, I also model and Act when the price is right.

PRODUCER: Ok kid, next time, keep it a little short, now tell us about the recent tragedy in your life. You recently lost the love of your life, Druscilla White?

Porter doesn't answer right away at first, caught off guard a little by the question.

Mario PORTER: Wow, right off the bat with it, I see. Ok, it's been a couple of weeks since she was shot and lost at sea on the cruise ship. My memory from that day is still fresh. I can remember the way her eyes looked at me as she took her last breathe and fell over the edge of the cruise ship right into the deep sea.

PRODUCER: That is truly heartbreaking, but life goes on as they say, and you find yourself on #TheLifeATL this season with some beautiful women. This season could get a little spicy and I know eyes can wonder, so will you keep your eyes to yourself or has someone on the show caught your eye?

Mario leads back in his black leather chair with a smirk on his face.

Mario PORTER: I see what you are trying to do here, and let me say I loved Dru with everything in my heart, and I will. Never betray our love by dating someone so quickly, but I will say I'm a man and have needs. So... If the right Gem catches my eye, I'll have to entertain it.

The Producer shakes his head in approval and tries to fiat bump Porter, but Mario leaves him hanging.

PRODUCER: Yeah, that was stupid, moving on. What do you plan to bring to the show this season?

Mario PORTER: Oh man that’s a good question because there’s already so many entertaining personalities on the show and they got the drama covered, but I plan on bringing some good energy to the show nothing but good vibes. I just want to have a good time and grow my brand.

PRODUCER: Ok kid that’s some good stuff but that’s a wrap for today. Will see you at the next shoot.

Mario stands up with a bright smile and shakes the Producer hand as he hives one last wink to the camera before walking out, the scene fades and reopens Inside of the house, Shannon, Piper, and Skye are unpacking boxes, laughing together, and sharing stories amongst each other as they do so. However, Dax and Mel are standing out on the patio, looking out into the backyard. Despite his appearance, straight laced and in a polo and slacks, Mel pulls a bag from his pocket, setting a blunt wrap down on the patio before pinching from the bag to fill it. Dax looks sideways at his dad as he does so, but Mel doesn’t bother saying anything at first.

DAX BECKETT: When did this become a thing? Are you trying to impress me? Because I don’t really partake often.

Mel chortles as he continues going to work, paying close attention to what he’s doing. Once he gets it packed the way he wants it, he begins to roll it up.

MEL BECKETT: I love you to death, but not every damn thing is about you, kiddo. Cannabis is great medication for depression, bi-polar, ADHD, and many other psychological disorders.

DAX BECKETT: And what exactly do you have wrong with you?

MEL BECKETT: I spent $300 on a medical card, and I can write out scripts. That’s what’s wrong with me.

Dax can’t help but crack a smirk and laugh softly as he looks out into the empty yard. His dad hands him the blunt, but Dax waves it off. He shrugs before lighting it up, joining Dax in looking out into the yard. Once he exhales, he speaks.

MEL BECKETT: You know what would look great back here? A clover pool. And an extended deck leading to it. Maybe a diving board? Housewarming gift…

Dax sighs.

DAX BECKETT: Goddammit, dad… I feel bad enough that you bought this house for me.

MEL BECKETT: Why? It is a loan. I just hope that you can keep up your payments, because the interest is pretty steep…

Dax glares at his dad who takes another drag, slowly exhaling it a few seconds later.

MEL BECKETT: A hundred hugs to your mother for every payment you miss.

He laughs out loud at his own joke, as Dax just shakes his head, going on to ignore his dad’s idiotic attempts at being funny. The moon is in full view over his backyard, lighting up every single blade of grass.

DAX BECKETT: This is a fresh start. For the first time, I’m putting down roots somewhere. I need to appreciate it and do things on my own. You know I love you and mom…

MEL BECKETT: And your sister…

DAX BECKETT: That’s debatable. But seriously, I love you guys. I know I ain’t been the best about showing it. I’ve been a shit. But I wanna change that. I’m an adult. I’m not a kid anymore. I had a lot to figure out on my own, and I’ve gone through some shit.

Mel takes another hit, holding it in as he shares the same gaze across the dewy lawn. He slowly exhales and enjoys the fragrance for a second.

MEL BECKETT: Let me tell you a little story, son. When I was little, I wanted to be a basketball player when I grew up. I stayed out from sunrise to sunset, playing with the neighborhood kids. It was the only way of getting past being named “Melvin”. But, also, I loved it. I was the tallest in the neighborhood. I was practically made to play. I eventually joined the team in middle and high school. I earned a scholarship to Anaheim University to play. But every step of the way, my parents warned me that I’d never be professional. I was meant to become a doctor. I was told how to dress, how to act, how to speak, all my life. When I met your mother, I was very clear that I wouldn’t raise my kids with that same method of parenting. She and I read books about how to ignore parental instinct to tell you what you and Piper should and shouldn’t do. It was a very hard road to travel.

Mel nods his head, ignoring his emotions as he takes a deep rip, holding it in as long as he can. He finally releases it and looks over to Dax.

MEL BECKETT: I know you think we didn’t care. You probably feel robbed of valuable insights that could have saved you some pain. But that pain is for a reason. That hurt, that trouble, that confusion, it taught you how to be a man and to do what you want to do. You’re a professional wrestler. You’re a model. You’re an influencer. You’re an entrepreneur. You’re a television personality. You’re far more than I am. I’m just a doctor and a father. You’re so much more, and your voice will leave an impression on this planet long after we’re gone. We may not have done right in hindsight, but you’re amazing. I couldn’t be more proud of you, son.

Dax doesn’t even fight the hug that comes his way. Although it might have been brought on by the smoke, it was a buried truth that Dax accepts. He even returns it with the same sentiments. His father sheds a few tears in the process until his mother comes out onto the deck.

SHANNON BECKETT: You boys always know how to get to my heart. And now mom needs part of this whole thing…

Shannon joins in on the hug, and Dax lets it be. Piper is seen standing in the doorway with a margarita in her hand, rolling her eyes.

PIPER BECKETT: Can we go now? I made a date while we are in town.

Shannon looks over her shoulders and glares at her daughter. Piper gives a half shrug and walks back into the house to make it toward the front door to leave, drink still in hand.

MEL BECKETT: She can Uber if you want us to stick around to continue helping unpack?

SHANNON BECKETT: You need us, don’t you? Your dad shouldn’t drive right now with his “medicine”. And I’m exhausted.

DAX BECKETT: Me and Skye got this from here. But if you need to rest, the spare room should be good to go. I really appreciate you guys. Whatever you need, just let me know.

Shannon kisses Dax on the cheek as Mel puts out the blunt in the ashtray. He gives Dax a look that suggests he can help himself before heading into the house with his wife to speak to Piper. Dax watches with fondness as Skye comes onto the deck and leans her head on his shoulder.

SKYE DEVEREUX: You’re lucky. You’ve got the best parents.

DAX BECKETT: Things make a little more sense now. I get it.

Skye wraps her arms around Dax, giving him a big hug, and then a kiss on the cheek.

DAX BECKETT: Why does everyone have to keep doing that?

Dax jokes, laughing with Skye as she leads him into the house.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Skye and Dax are laying on Dax’s bed, very informally, in their pajamas. “Total Eclipse of the Heart” plays over the speakers of the iHome system. Dax is looking at his phone, and Skye is acting as if she’s orchestrating the music herself. Dax slowly sways his foot to the music, even though his face says that he doesn’t want to listen to it. Skye’s head is hanging off the edge of the bed. She nudges Dax’s foot with her knee.

DAX BECKETT: Tell me again why you’re torturing me with this shit music?

Skye continues to “orchestrate” as she lifts her head to look right at Dax. She hopes he’ll figure it out on his own, but he doesn’t.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Um, Bonnie Tyler is an international treasure, so you shut your whore mouth right now, bro. Secondly, this is a good song.

DAX BECKETT: It’s a love song, and I’m definitely not feeling love songs right now. My love life is, and always has been shit. I’m kinda not even wanting to think about it.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Chile, you don’t mean that. You walk around with them puppy dog eyes, acting like you’re just looking for that one person.

DAX BECKETT: Bitch, I’m polyamorous. But that’s fucked up because I don’t even have one person who cares about me on that level, let alone two... or more.

Skye rolls her eyes and then blows Dax a raspberry.



Skye is seen in the confessional booth as she is smiling, but looks almost exasperated. She leans back in her seat.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Listen up. Dax has been my friend for like 7 years, off and on. We went through the same shit, back in Oklahoma City, and it did some real damage to him. I think I came out okay though.

Skye tilts her head to the side and gives a crazed stare into the camera as the “psycho” sound effect plays.

Ree-ree-ree-ree-ree

Skye laughs and waves a hand at the camera.

SKYE DEVEREUX: No, for real though! This kid needs a date. There’s puh-lenty of hot guys round these parts, and I’m sure one or two of them would love to take a stab at my roomie, right? He’s hella hot. Have you seen him?

A picture of Dax pops up on the screen, and it shows off various redeeming qualities of his, as it is a half naked picture from a modeling shoot recently.

SKYE DEVEREUX: See? If it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna meddle, and I’m gonna butt in, and I’m gonna get this great guy another great guy or two or ten. And that is a promise.

Skye wags a finger at the screen.

SKYE DEVEREUX: No one is lucky enough to have even one percent of the love you have to give. Fuck them. Fuck them all.

DAX BECKETT: Yep, that’s what Grindr is for.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Goddamn, ho. That was good. But you’re deflecting.

Dax turns his phone screen off and places it against his chest, giving Skye his full attention.

DAX BECKETT: I’m sorry, but this business ain’t what I wanna be discussing right now. And this music is just making me sick.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Okay then…

Skye turns the song, and immediately “I WIll Always Love You” by Whitney comes on, and Dax turns over on his side, slapping his ass.

DAX BECKETT: Fucking kiss it!

SKYE DEVEREUX: Bitch, I’ll eat it. But that ain’t the point, darlin’. Soft music is good for the soul. And bitches like you, walking around all angry and stuff, you forget that. It’s healing. You have so many damn internal wounds that you need to deal with. So let’s unpack. Because, until then, you’re only gonna keep going after the unavailable.

DAX BECKETT: Nope. And you can’t make me, even if you rim me with that nice tongue you got.

Skye flicks her tongue, and it is quite impressive. Dax does the same, and it is just as impressive, but with more girth and reach. Skye kicks Dax right in the ass, and they begin laughing.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Spill that tea, bish.

Dax stays silent, thinking it over. Skye grows impatient and she sits up, humming to the music.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Fine. Let’s start with the most recent, because the others are just… too much to start with. Speak your truth about Tristan. We all know that’s what you’re gushing about on Twitter with the whole “Woe is me” bullshit…

DAX BECKETT: Am not…

SKYE DEVEREUX: Are too! “Overcoming darkness”, “finding myself”, and whatever euphemisms you wanna use to tell us all that your heart fuckin’ hurts. Tell me.

Dax purses his lips and he is visibly angry at the mentioning of this. Skye crosses her legs and is in position to listen, despite the urge to belt out Whitney’s amazing vocal acrobatics. Dax smacks his lips, letting it out finally.

DAX BECKETT: I care about Tristan. He cares about me. We just have two different lives, and we don’t work long term. What else can I say?

SKYE DEVEREUX: Oh cut the bullshit, honey. The amiability makes me wanna vom.

DAX BECKETT: Well, you wanted the truth. That’s what happened. I spilled it to him, and… it wasn’t meant to be. And that’s okay.

“Here Comes the Rain Again” by Eurythmics starts playing, and Dax licks at his bottom lip.

DAX BECKETT: It sucked, but it is what it is. I can’t make someone give up their life to work around mine. I can’t expect someone to care as much as I do. That would be selfish.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Is it, though? I mean, in this case? Spill it or let it eat you up, babe.

DAX BECKETT: It totally is selfish of me to expect that. We have our own lives. He’s in LA, I’m here in ATL. Something I avoided doing for a long time, and even waited a couple seasons to come back out of hope of something coming around.

SKYE DEVEREUX: So it’s like a booty call, except emotional. Got it.

Dax scoffs.

DAX BECKETT: No! It ain’t his fault I caught feelings. He didn’t make me catch feelings. I always knew what it was. That’s on me. I create my own misery by falling for people who don’t have my best interest at heart, and never will. That can’t be blamed on anyone else. And you wanna know what’s fucked up? If he showed up on my doorstep right now and asked me to come in and talk, I’d let him. And I’d fall all over again because there’s something about him that’s like a drug, and I’m like a recovering addict. I’m the one who is screwed up and who attracts and falls for narcissists. So, if you want me to hate Tris, you’re fighting a losing battle.

SKYE DEVEREUX: I don’t want ya hating anybody. I want ya to face your pain, channel it, and fix it going forward. Heal. Your. Self.

Skye claps in between each of the last few spoken words.



Dax is in the chair, and he is almost completely speechless. He looks around a bit before looking right into the camera, a tear in his eyes.

DAX BECKETT: What nobody got to see, or even hear about, was back in August, when Tris came to ATL, I was searching for a place out here, and was staying in the same hotel. We linked up, talked, and it wound up back in his room. Not like that.

Dax wipes at his eye and puts on a tough front.

DAX BECKETT: We cuddled up and it felt nice to just have someone in my arms. I let loose that I caught feelings a long time ago. We talked circles around it, but finally, I got blunt. And it didn’t go exactly like I hoped. No answer is an answer, and I had to go.

Dax shrugs one shoulder, lips pursed into an awkward fake smile. The camera pauses on him for a second.

DAX BECKETT: I mean, it is what it is, right? You can’t force feelings on someone. But, I’m allowed to be hurt for a second, and people act like I can’t. They gotta think I hate him, or I’m gonna be some kinda backstabbing, vengeful bitch. I’m grown. I’m handling shit my own way. So what’s up?

Back in the bedroom, Skye is still waiting for more, while Dax seems to be struggling a little internally.

DAX BECKETT: Yeah, it fucking sucks. Okay. What do you want me to say now?

SKYE DEVEREUX: Nothing. I just want you to realize that there’s a pattern. Gianni. That was just…

DAX BECKETT: It was a united front. Gianni is still my friend. We was trying to stop Mickey from getting deported. Gianni and I never had feelings, and we never crossed the sexual boundary. That’s not even something to discuss.

SKYE DEVEREUX: But, Mickey? That was a whole lot of crazy.

DAX BECKETT: Mickey is confused, and always will be. He loves someone who will never love him back, and anyone else is a consolation prize. It’s like the situation with Tris, except a thousand times worse. He was the first in a long time after… the church.

Skye lowers her gaze, having hit a sore spot with the mentioning of “the church”. Dax is so caught up in his own stuff that he doesn’t notice, and Skye is grateful for that.

DAX BECKETT: He’s another one, where, if he came in here right now, we’d do whatever he wanted. He’s the only one I fully submit to. And you know me, I ain’t the submissive type.

SKYE DEVEREUX: It’s his super power, honey. He’s good at that. It’s that goofy Irish charm.

DAX BECKETT: It’s his footlong sandwich, babygirl… They say the Irish are all potato and not so much meat. He’s a full course of both.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Yaaaassssssss!!!

Skye snaps, and Dax laughs. But he knows she’s being sarcastic in a way.

DAX BECKETT: Look, I think I’ve had enough relationship therapy for tonight. Can we change music genres?

SKYE DEVEREUX: Nope…

“Walking On Broken Glass” by Annie Lennox comes on, and Dax leans back against his headboard while Skye moves her body to the music, leaning back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed once more. Dax rolls his eyes and picks up his phone and begins scrolling again.

DAX BECKETT: Damnit…

SKYE DEVEREUX: This song is special, so shut it.

DAX BECKETT: Not the song. I just logged into Twitter to see an invite from Chase and another from Paris, to a party at #ManniLounge tonight. Some birthday party for a cast member I don't really know. Give me a good excuse not to go.

Skye falls back next to Dax and smacks his arm before scooting next to him to look at the screen.

SKYE DEVEREUX: NOOOOOOO! What?! We have to get ready to go!

DAX BECKETT: Like hell. Come on, we just moved today. Plus I don't really know this kid. And obviously Paris will be there. It could get...

SKYE DEVEREUX: Fun??? That guy is a walking party and so fucking yummy. Plus, you know Alexis is gonna be there. That's a party right there.

Skye smacks Dax's arm yet again.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Besides, you know Adyn's man! You bet he's going to be there. Bitch. Get dressed right now before I dress you myself.

DAX BECKETT: Abso-fuckin-lutely not. I'm too grown for all of that.

Skye shoves Dax and gets just inches from his face, taking hold of his shoulders to brace him.

SKYE DEVEREUX: And that's your problem! You need to bring back Bad Boy Dax. Even just for one night. Look, you're getting laid tonight and that's final.

Skye lets go of Dax and rushes over to his closet. She pulls out an outfit that seems to be at random, but yet it's perfectly synced. She throws it on Dax's bed and goes to the door.

DAX BECKETT: I'm not going.

Skye hugs the doorframe and looks back at him with a playfully seductive gaze.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Wash your balls and put that on. We're leaving in one hour, dah-ling.

DAX BECKETT: No, we're not.

SKYE DEVEREUX: And put on that ball deodorant you pretend not to have but is totally behind your pit deodorant stick. Love you, much!

DAX BECKETT: I don't… what?

Skye rushes out of the room and soon after, the water is heard running. Skye's voice echoes from the acoustics in the bathroom.

SKYE DEVEREUX: ONE HOUR! MUAH!

Dax sighs and looks at the outfit. It really is too perfect.

The scene fades and reopens on the inside of
Kiss 104.1, one of Atlanta's most popular radio stations. Cameras pan through some of the office, showing different hosts casting out their radio shows. Finally cameras pan to a particular run where Dallas Reed is shown seated on front of a microphone.

DALLAS REED: and we are back! You got ya boy Dallas, the original sex siren on the mic. And you are tuned in to kiss 103.4. Coming up we got some new music for yall. But first we gotta pay some bills. But keep rocking witcha boy. We taking song requests so phone in right now.

Dallas cuts to commercial break. He takes his headphones off and gets up from his desk.



DALLAS REED: The kid is back baby!

Dallas flashes his award winning smile then licks his lips.

DALLAS REED: You already know what it is. It's the kid. Mr. Sex Siren, the original sex siren. Dallas Reed is back baby! And it feels good to be here! Life has definitely been looking up for ya boy forreal. Last year when the season ended I was working on a lil underwear line.

He pauses with a big grin on his face.

DALLAS REED: Let's just say a little line turned into a big one real quick. I knew I'd do big things but I didn't think it would happen as fast as it did. The very first night I put my shot online it sold out in 46 seconds!

He takes a second to praise himself.

DALLAS REED: if you ain't get you a pair, we are officially restocked so make sure yall hit up mrsexsiren.com and get you a pair.

He chuckles

DALLAS REED: I've definitely been busy man. I couldn't just stop there. I decided to go into radio after the success of the Kiki session with my girl Chanel and Isaiah. I always loved doing that shit with them but I kinda wanted to switch it up and do my own thing. Kinda started off cuz I needed something to keep me busy forreal. But I ended up fucking with it heavy so here we are. It's definitely been a year of ups and downs but I must say. It feels good to be here.

He smiles as the scene returns to the station. As a sing ends, Dallas comes back over the mic.

DALLAS REED: Yo! I wanna thank yall for rocking with me today. As always it's been a blast. Make sure your tune back in tomorrow for the best hits bumping in the A right now. I'm out yall.

He takes the headset off his ears after he ends the show. The scene fast-forwards to him walking toward his car. He hops in and turns on the ignition makes his way out of the parking lot. As he is driving a call pops up on his touch screen. He accepts the call.

DALLAS REED: Yo! What's good mommy?

TANYA REED: Hey sweetheart how's my baby doing?

DALLAS REED: I'm doing good mommy. Just finished up at the radio station. Bout to head home and get ready for my homeboy birthday party.

TANYA REED: That sounds fun. Make sure you stay out of trouble.

DALLAS REED: I know ma. I been on my best behavior lately.

TANYA REED: And I love to see it son. Don't let anyone take you off of your path either.


DALLAS REED: I'm not ma! I'm not around those types of people anymore. You know that.



DALLAS REED: It's no secret that I was in and out of rehab or jail for a minute. Hanging around the wrong crowd, bad relationships, you name it. I wasn't in a good place. But that was years ago. And it seems like my mom can't let go of the past. I get that she's worried about me but I need her to trust that I got this.

The scene returns to the car.

DALLAS REED: I promise ma. I'm not going back to that place again. I don't want you to keep reminding me of my past. I. Not that man anymore.

TANYA REED: I know baby. And I'm sorry. It was just hard seeing my baby going through all of that

DALLAS REED: I know ma and I promise you I'm never gonna put you through that again. I love you so much. And ya boy is doing good. I swear.

TANYA REED: that's what I like to hear baby. Hopefully you come and see me soon.

DALLAS REED: That's a definite. Did you get the package I sent you?

TANYA REED: I did! That was actually why I was calling you. You keep spoiling me baby! I don't know what I'm gonna do!

DALLAS REED: You always spoiled me ma. It's only right I return the favor.

TANYA REED: Well I love you baby! I'm gonna let you get back to what you're doing. But come see me soon.

DALLAS REED: I will mommy! I promise. I love you.

He blows a kiss through the phone and disconnects the call. As he continues driving, the scene fades and reopens outside of a packed #ManniLoune, the line stretches out to the parking lot as people wait patiently to get inside, some wearing masks while others faces are naked of protection. The scene switches to inside where Chase is shown mingling with some of the guests already inside.



CHASE LIU: Today is the day I’m hosting Adyn’s birthday party at my lounge. At first I was skeptical about it because with Covid going on and Adyn knowing a lot of people, I didn’t want anything to mess this night up. I invited Richie Rich who is Adyn’s brother to celebrate with us all and also just some of his close friends and family, we are about to get lit.

The scene cuts back to the Adyn’s party, more guests arrive including some of the stars from both ATL and NY. Chase walks over to Yeshua who has surprisingly shown up with Keon Camp.

CHASE LIU: Ummm, hey Yeshua.

Chase leans in for a hug.

CHASE LIU: I didn’t know you were bringing a guest, umm my name is Chase, it’s nice to meet you.

Chase extends his hand and tries to shake hands with Keon, but Keon cold heartedly brushes him off and just smiles giving him a dry “Hey.”

KEON CAMP: I’m going to the bar.

Keon kisses Yeshua on the cheek and walks off leaving a shocked Chase standing there wondering what the hell is going on.



CHASE LIU: Look I heard in the blogs that Yeshua and Keon were messing around, but the blogs wrote stories about my relationship with Jaser which a lot of the stories weren’t true so you can’t always believe what you hear or read. All I know is this party is already starting to look like it’s going to be a mess.

The scene cuts back to Chase and Yeshua.

YESHUA BANNER: Where is Adyn? I want to say happy birthday.

CHASE LIU: He isn’t here yet, I came early just to make sure everything was set up but forget about that like why is Keon here? I invited Richie Rich, like he’ll be here any minute now.

YESHUA BANNER: Oh shit, I didn’t think about Richie being here, but they are brothers.

CHASE LIU: Duh Yeshua, stop smoking that stuff!

Yeshua chuckles.

YESHUA BANNER: I’m good, and Richie good.



CHASE LIU: Why did he think it was a good idea to bring his side piece to his husband's brother's birthday party, like come on man THINK!

The scene cuts back to the party.

YESHUA BANNER: Just relax Chase, we probably won’t be here that long anyway. Trust!

Yeshua smiles and Chase just looks at him worried, Yeshua daps up Chase giving him another hug after and walks over towards the bar Keon is standing at.

CHASE LIU: Dammit!

We go to the doors just outside of the club to spot Dax Beckett and Skye Devereux approaching. Skye is in a silver slinky dress with matching heels and a bag. Dax is in a graphic tee, a dress jacket, and blue jeans, with his hair and beard looking flawless. Skye is hanging on Dax’s arm, laughing and taking photo ops with people outside.



SKYE DEVEREUX: Hehhhhnny! Tonight, we came to play. Dressed to the nines, a couple drinks in already, feeling loose and ready to party. Now Dax knows a few people around here, but I don't know anybody. That's not gonna stop me, because I am a social butterfly and I will network with every bitch in this building, but especially these girls in ATL.

Skye winks and blows a kiss.

The scene returns as Dax and Skye are passing through security. Dax goes right to the bar after Skye puts her hand in front of her mouth to tell Dax what she wants. He approaches the bartender and holds up two fingers.



DAX BECKETT: So she dragged me out of the house even though I didn't want to. Nobody does that to me except her. She's like a magical boundary changer. It's really something special. But anyway, here I am, at #ManniLounge, getting ready to sip on some drinks and try to keep my mouth shut.

PRODUCER: What do you mean?

DAX BECKETT: So… well… I might not know Adyn, the Birthday Boy, emphasis on "boy". Young kid who thinks he knows better than anyone. I know his boy Hector… pretty well, you might say.

PRODUCER: How well?

Dax doesn't answer with words, but rather a cocky smirk and a few sounds to indicate he's dancing around the question. Finally he shrugs and laughs.

We return to Dax bringing two mixed drinks over to a table near the dancefloor. Skye takes a long sip before her eyes wander over to someone on the dancefloor, a shirtless scruffy guy with brown hair and a chiseled six pack. Dax shrugs and she scurried off to "mingle".



BENNY MORENO: I ain't the type to be rude and not show up to a party invite, but I legit know nobody here. I know it's some new people this season so maybe I can get to know them and not feel like a black sheep in this crowd. Or, I can turn up and just have a good time. Plus, I got my eyes on someone I hear will be in attendance tonight.

PRODUCER: We got a stalker situation going on here?

Benny blushes and laughs.

BENNY MORENO: Nah it ain't like that, man. Nah. It's just someone who has caught my eye lately and I want to go see what's up. Spend some quality time, you know what I'm saying?

The scene returns to Benny leaning on the bar, sipping on a Corona and looking around the lounge casually. He looks down at the floor as Skye approaches, hanging on the arm of the shirtless chiseled guy she was seen with earlier. He orders them drinks as Skye giggles, her eyes going over to Benny.

SKYE DEVEREUX: I know you!

She snaps her fingers as she tries to think of it. Her face lights up and she wraps her arms around Benny, hugging onto him.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Honey, it's so good to see you in person. Thanks for all the likes on Twitter, and all the support.

BENNY MORENO: Same, Mami. It's good to see a familiar face.

Skye sighs and leans on the bar as she gets her drink from her beau.

SKYE DEVEREUX: You're telling me. So many beefcakes, but not a lot of conversation. Oh, I'm so fucking rude. This is…

Skye snaps her fingers again as she tries to remember the name of this guy.

RYAN: Ryan…

SKYE DEVEREUX: Ryan! That's it.

Benny leans over to shake hands with Ryan. Ryan accepts the shake as Skye leans into him, getting comfortable.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Well, the party is over there. Do you want to join us? I hope you don't mind, but my friend Dax is chilling over there.

Benny blushes, but the lights hide it well enough. He rubs the back of his head to play it cool, but then nods. Skye squeals and drags Benny and Ryan back to the table with Dax. Dax looks up at Benny and politely smiles.

DAX BECKETT: Benny Mo Money, right?

BENNY MORENO: On the streets, but Benny Moreno works for now.

DAX BECKETT: Dax Beckett.

The two shake hands and it lingers for quite a moment longer than it should. They smile a little before Dax finally let's go.



PARIS ALEKSANDER: So I did my paid appearance like I agreed to, but honestly all I could think about was what Shooter told me and that damn sex tape. To say I was stressed the fuck out would be the understatement of the millennium! Needless to say I got a little loose before heading to Adyn’s party…I might have been more than a little tipsy when I arrived…but fuck it! It’s supposed to be a party, right?!

The scene switches back to #ManniLounge. Paris is seen entering the club and hops up and down, pumping is fist into the air a bit and then stops to take pictures with a few fans. After a little bit of idle chit chat, Paris says his goodbyes before heading over to the bar to order a drink. He turns around and surveys the club, scanning the room over the rim of the sunglasses he’s wearing…even though he’s in a nightclub. His eyes finally land on Dax, Skye, and Benny. A cheeky grin crosses his lips and after taking a sip of his drink, Paris saunters over to the group.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Hey homewrecker..

Paris says slyly to Dax with a playful wink.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Been a while.

Paris’s eyes fall on Benny and the two make eye contact but say nothing to each other. Instead, Paris smirks before turning his attention to Skye.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:LOVE LOVE LOVE that dress! YOU…ME…SHOTS…NOW!



Dax is in the confessional booth but he doesn't say a word as he just looks around, showing just how stunned he is to be running into Paris. His jaw is gaped open and he's speechless for almost an entire minute.

PRODUCER: Care to explain the shocked reaction?

Dax is still trying to come back around, but he eventually comes to grips with the situation.

DAX BECKETT: Fucking Paris. Like, I knew he was going to be here, but… Seeing him here is kind of nice… Hmmm... I know Paris… better than some. We had a little fling over the summer. A few weeks. His husband didn't like that too much. Some guys just don't measure up to D-Bex.

Dax winks and sticks his tongue out.

We pop back into the club for a moment to see Skye and Paris taking a shot together. She puckers her face tightly as the burn goes down. She then jumps up and down, geeking out over Paris being there. Ryan is aloof, showing he's not the brightest bulb in the building. Dax is staring Paris down from head to toe, but Benny looks pissed.



Benny is silent for about ten seconds before leaning in toward the camera, looking mad and confused.

BENNY MORENO: Who is she though?

We come back yet again to the group inside of the club. Dax sighs and posts a smile on his face.

DAX BECKETT: Paris… It’s so nice to see you. How have you been…? Sorry we couldn’t make it to your appearance earlier.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Don’t even worry about it, there’s gonna be another one next week…and I've been good…a lot better now though. Haven’t you heard? I’m single again.

As he says this, a mischievous grin crosses his lips. Dax raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. Paris holds his gaze with Dax for a moment before shifting his focus over to Ryan and finally back to Benny. That arrogant smirk finds its way back on his face before he reaches his hand out toward Benny.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Sorry I’m being so rude…I’m Paris Aleksander…youuuu probably recognize me from the Olympics I’m sure.



PARIS ALEKSANDER:I knew who Skye was and obviously I know Dax…but these other two…especially that Benny guy? Never heard of em. I figured he was probably a fan…and everyone knows I love my fans.

Paris shrugs and sips his drink with a look of faux innocence on his face.

The scene cuts back to the party. Benny takes Paris’ hand almost aggressively, giving an almost angry handshake without making it too obvious, and passing it off as machismo. He tries to smile, but it’s not very convincing.

BENNY MORENO: No… I don’t think so… It was some fully blonde bitch boy diver I seen from this area, but you not a bitch, right?

Benny shrugs, something in his eyes coaxing Paris to say something cute. Almost daring him. Dax raises his eyebrows and looks over at Skye, who is rubbing up on Ryan’s stomach. She whispers into his ear and once he nods his head, she raises a bottle in the air.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Body shots on Ryan!!! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

He pushes himself up onto the table, nearly knocking Dax’s drink over, but he makes the save. Skye pours a little Jack Daniels into his navel, and is quick to trace his perfect six pack with her tongue, so not to miss a single drop of alcohol. She goes to invite Dax, but he turns away, pretending not to notice. However, his eyes rest on very familiar territory as Paris is leaned over, listening to Benny talk.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:A bitch? Who me? Nah not usually but I can be sometimes if the situation calls for it.

He says with a wide grin, albeit a super fake one, on his face. His hand still in Benny’s, Paris squeezes it a little, and gives it one last firm shake without breaking eye contact. Finally he releases it before wiping his hand clean on the side of his jacket.



PARIS ALEKSANDER:Did I catch that shade? Yeah. I did. But that’s fine…I’m not gonna let this bitter little queen ruin my night. I don’t even know him like that or why he’s mad but let’s face it…sometimes I have that effect on people when they’re intimidated by me.

Paris shrugs

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Either way, I have way more important things to worry about. But not tonight. Tonight is all about having fun.

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As the conversations are continuing the scene cuts to the front of the lounge. A custom painted hot pink 2021 Lamborghini Huracan EVO is shown pulling up to the valet. As the car comes to a stop the doors go up and Micah Gray is shown climbing out of the driver's seat while asani li is shown getting out of the passenger's seat. Micah walks over to her and extends his hand. She grabs it as Micah tosses the key to the driver.

ASANI LI: Do not scratch my baby. Please. Daddy just got her detailed.

She blushed, looking at Micah.



ASANI LI: Hi bitches… Asani's back!

She smiles, blowing a kiss to the viewers.

ASANI LI: The queen is here.

She giggles.

ASANI LI: And it feels so good to be back. It feels like it's been forever. She's been busy. After my last lesson I launched AsaniDragun beauty, which has always been my dream. Makeup definitely save my life in so many ways. So to see it out there and thriving. I'm loving it.

She pauses, smiling.

ASANI LI: Loving life. And as yall came see I finally got my man!

She bursts out laughing.

ASANI LI: If yall knew me, yall knew I was madly in love with Mr. Gray before we got together. And how we got together was very colorful. Love you Chasey.

She blows a kiss.

ASANI LI: But anyway It feels so good to be back in full effect. Covid has definitely been super crazy. It's messed with alotta things. So to be back at at least some sort of normalcy is amazing. Mani lounge is a perfect place for all the shenanigans to begin. So I'm glad Adyn reached out and invited us to his birthday party. It's definitely needed.

The scene fades back to the two who are now inside of the club. They make their way to the bar to grab drinks before going to look with everyone else.

ASANI LI: Thanks for coming babe! I know this isn't really your scene. But I didn't wanna come without you.

Micah: You know it's all good ma! I fuck with Adyn. And long as the drinks flowing I'm happy

ASANI LI: Amen to that.

She chuckles. The bartender brings back their drinks and begin to make their way through the crowd toward dind the rest of the group. The scene cuts to the parking lot of the ManniLoune. A red and gold Lamborghini pulls into a parking spot, and the engine shuts off. The butterfly doors on the driver side open up as Mario Vontez Porter steps out wearing Red Coach X Michael Hoodie with a Panda on the front, matched with some Black jeans with some cuts in them by the knees; on his feet, he wears some black, and red Nike retro sneakers on.

He heads towards the entrance of the ManniLoune; the cameras follow him as he walks inside the packed club and sees the rest of the cast mingling around among themselves. He smirks a little and then walks over to the Bar; he takes a seat and motions the Bartender over towards him.

Bartender: What can I get you?

Mario Porter: Let me get a Dark & Stormy

Bartender: Excellent taste, sir, not many people order such a fancy drink like that.

Mario smirks a little as the Bartender works his magic and makes his drink consisting of Gosling’s Black Seal Rum and Ginger beer to top. The bartender slides the drink over to him.

Mario Porter: What can I say? I have good taste.

Mario starts to drink his alcohol as the Bartender looks at him with a curious look.

Bartender: You wouldn't happen to be Denzel Porter's son, would you?

Mario Porter: Yeah, Why you ask?

Bartender: Oh, I'm just a massive fan of his; think you can get me an autograph from him?

Mario Porter: Highly unlikely, but I'll let him know he has a fan down here in ATL.

Mario gives a nod, then gets up from the bar and disappears into the crowd as we cut to the outside where a metallic blue GWagon is shown pulling up to #ManniLounge, inside Adyn, his brother Richie Rich and Hector are all shown sitting inside.

ADYN RICHIE: Yo, look at that fucking line.

RICHIE RICH: I don’t know you didn’t ask Chase if you could just rent the space out, that’s a lot of people. I can just smell the Covid!

All three laugh.

ADYN RICHIE: Chill bro, just wear your damn mask.



ADYN RICHIE: I’ve been waiting for tonight for weeks now, I’m turning 23 and I’m ready to turn the hell up. Tonight you can’t tell me anything, I made it another year, I’m successful and I have Hector here with me who I adore and care for so much.

Adyn blushes

ADYN RICHIE: Since my breakup with Izzy, I haven’t really entertained the idea of a relationship but after spending a lot of time with Hector, he kind of changed my whole mindset on relationships and commitment, I don’t know what’s next for us but I do see a future.

Adyn smiles as the scene cuts back to the party, all three are shown making their way into the crowded venue. Waiting for Tonight by Jennifer Lopez, the club version is blasting through the speakers and Adyn is met at the entrance doors to the main floor with a shot and hugs from some of the cast and his personal friends.

ADYN RICHIE: This is like my 5th shot tonight, I swear I probably won’t remember anything in the morning.

The group surround Adyn all jokingly pressure him to take the shot and he does. The music continues playing and Adyn and the rest of the people in the club continue enjoying themselves and dancing. The scene cuts to Keon and Yeshua who are standing near the bar watching the rest of the club party.

KEON CAMP: I’m ready to go.

YESHUA BANNER: Adyn just got here, we gotta at least acknowledge his birthday and let him know we're here.

Keon let’s out a huge groan.

KEON CAMP: He’s not my friend, I only came because you asked me too. I don’t feel comfortable here knowing your “husband” is here.

YESHUA BANNER: I promised you I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, just trust me.

You can tell there was tension between Keon and Yeshua about being at Adyn’s birthday party. Keon turns towards the bartender and orders another drink.

KEON CAMP: Fuck it, if I have to suffer being here then I might as well get white girl wasted.

The scene cuts to Dax’s confessional.



DAX BECKETT:It was really good seeing Paris again. And with the drinks flowing, it's been a real good time. The music is banging and we're out on the dancefloor for gods only knows how long.

We cut in on the dancefloor where Dax and Paris are very up close and personal with each other. Paris hands are on Dax's shoulders as Dax got him by the waist. Their eyes are locked on one another's as they move to the music. Paris flips around, grinding on Dax as he puts one arm back and behind Dax's head, feeling the warm tickle from his beard. Dax runs his hand up Paris stomach before leaning into a kiss. Skye and Ryan look over to them and Skye squeals and smacks Dax on the back as if to tell him "go on and get it!" She grinds up on Ryan the same way Paris is on Dax, taking notes.



Skye is seen kicking her feet up in her chair, excited and hyped. After a minute of that, she stops, clears her throat and composes herself again.

SKYE DEVEREUX: So, my BFF had a thing with Paris over the summer, but it didn't last apparently. But now, Paris is in town, Dax stays here, and its a match made in heaven. They're hitting it off real well, and I think this just might lead to something. The two are inseparable.

We come back to the dancefloor, but this time, we see Benny dancing with some random regular, while his eyes stay posted on Dax and Paris. Even though the two are off in their own little world, Benny licks the corner of his lips in pure contempt. He tries not to pay much attention, but his eyes keep going over to them, especially once Dax removes his shirt. Benny shakes his head.





BENNY MORENO: Bro, what the hell is going on here? I'm sitting, vibing with Dax, and next thing I know, he's off dancing with this hoe. Maybe I'm jealous. Maybe I'm overreacting. But this ain't what I came out for tonight. So I'm just gonna sit back, relax, and enjoy myself with… Curtis?

*Crickets chirp.*

BENNY MORENO:Chris? Cameron? This bubble butt bombie grinding up on me. Tuh.

We return to the dancefloor once more where we’re met with a view of Paris and the now shirtless Dax still hot and heavy. If they were in their own world before, they’re definitely in their own universe now. Paris is quick to follow suit and takes off his jacket before tossing it over to their VIP section. He then slowly and seductively peels his tight tank top off over his head and tucks it into the back of the waistband to his jeans. After surveying the room casually, Paris noticed that they have an audience with other party goers—namely Benny. A wicked smirk creeps it’s way onto Paris’s lips and before anyone knows it, he leaps up onto Dax and wraps his legs around Dax’s waist. Dax grabs onto Paris’s ass to support him, while Paris cups his hands around the back of Dax’s neck. Then, while grinding against each other on the dance floor, the two lock lips in a more sloppy, steamy, passionate kiss.



PARIS ALEKSANDER:What?! I told y’all I was single now. No shame in my game. Look, I was definitely feelin myself, and according to that poke comin through from Dax’s pants I could tell he was feelin me too. At this point, I could care less about Adyn’s 50th birthday. It was on, so I figured why not turn things up a notch? Plus I noticed that little hatin’ ass queen Benny watching from the sidelines like a fucking fan…so why not give him a show?

Paris winks. The scene then cuts back to the interior of #ManniLounge. Dax takes the show up another notch as he forces his tongue into Paris’s mouth. The two are a few steps from indecent exposure on the dancefloor as a bit of a crowd forms around them, watching. Some in disgust while others practically cheer them on. Dax, being the performer and entertainer that he is, doesn't let them down.

Meanwhile, Skye can see the hurt on Benny’s face and she breaks away from Ryan for a minute. She walks over to Benny and takes his hand, excusing herself to his dance partner. She takes him off to the side of the dancefloor where they can talk a bit better. They take a seat at an empty table.

SKYE DEVEREUX: What's wrong? It's a party up in here tonight, but you look like you just found out your grandma died or something.

Benny shakes his head.

BENNY MORENO:Nah it's nothing like that. I just had certain expectations about tonight and it ain't turned out quite the way I expected. I'll bounce back.

SKYE DEVEREUX: No, you can't just tell me something like that and expect me to not try to do something about it. Lay it on me, honey. What can Skye do to make this night more enjoyable?

Benny contemplates saying something, but instead, he decides to laugh it off as he puts a finger up for another drink.

BENNY MORENO: I mean, I'm cool. But it's just someone I wanted to spend some time with and they got someone else. Can't blame a player for playing the game, so I get it. I just gotta go game elsewhere.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Honey…

Skye grabs onto Benny's hand and gives it a caring squeeze. She shows Benny sympathy and rubs her thumb over his hand. However, she begins to understand the entire situation as she looks over to Dax and Paris, hot and heavy. She then looks back to Benny, silent and saddened.



Skye looks from one corner of the screen to another, her mouth ajar as she tries to think.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Well… this just got awkward as heck. Don't get me wrong. It's cute as all get out, but the timing is bad. Soooooo bad. I didn't even know Benny was into Dax like that because that little cutie tries to act tough, but he's all bashful and shy and shit. I guess I should be careful what I wish for, because my BFF went from no one, to two sexy studs in like a second.

Back on the dancefloor, Dax and Paris end the song, their bodies shimmering in sweat as the lights dance off their half naked bodies. Dax, however, does not set Paris down. Instead, he grabs a bottle and takes it to Paris’s VIP section. They fall into the booth, both laughing at themselves.

DAX BECKETT:Love us or hate us, they all couldn't help but watch us. That's the best I've felt since I arrived in Atlanta.

Paris lets out a little laugh as he leans back against the booth. Between the dancing and the intense make out session, he was a little out of breath. His chest rises and falls as he tries to normalize his breathing. After a few seconds, he turns to Dax and gives him the once over before their eyes meet again.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Honestly, same. It’s so good to just let loose and have fun. I’m glad you’re here now. Honestly, I missed you.

Paris says, blushing a little. His eyes wander across the club where he sees Skye consoling Benny.



PARIS ALEKSANDER:So, I already knew Dax was a great kisser but who knew he could dance like that? I knew our little fling over the summer was supposed to be just that…a fling. Short lived, temporary, whatever…but Dax lives in Atlanta now and, to be honest, after what happened on that dance floor? I’m trying to see exactly how far this thing can go.

Back in the VIP booth, Paris’s eyes are still trained on Skye and Benny from across the room. He raises an eyebrow slightly. Then his mouth slightly drops open. After his little interaction with Benny earlier and seeing him being consoled by Skye now, Paris also starts putting two and two together. He turns back to Dax before speaking.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Hanging out with you is fun…we should do this more often…but what’s with that dude you were talking to earlier? I’m getting some weird vibes from him. Am I interrupting something, or…

His voice trails off. Dax seems a little confused by the question. Even as he follows Paris’s gaze over to Skye and Benny, he is a little perplexed.

DAX BECKETT:What, with Benny? He's a cool guy and all. He did some work on my chest piece a couple months back. Good work. But it wasn't like that. I mean, he’s cute and shit, but I think we're just cool.



DAX BECKETT:I mean, I think we're just cool. But I do have to say that Benny's been acting kinda weird since Paris rolled up in here. Am I just oblivious? Or am I just being arrogant?

Dax laughs.

DAX BECKETT:Who knows? But I do know one thing…

Back in Paris’s VIP table, Dax turns from Benny and Skye and looks right at Paris.

DAX BECKETT:I'm less concerned about Benny right now, and more concerned with who is sitting right in front of me. Trying to see what's good…

PARIS ALEKSANDER:..Say no more..

Paris says before climbing into Dax’s lap, straddling him. That wicked grin crosses his lips once more. Paris reaches back onto the table and grabs onto the bottle of liquor. Holding it high in the air, Paris uses his free hand to tilt Dax’s head back a little. Dax opens his mouth wide before Paris pours a shot directly into it. Following suit, Paris pours a shot into his own mouth before they both swallow. Then, the sloppy make out session continues. Dax reaches around to hold Paris by his ass and pulls him closer so that their shirtless bodies are practically melting into each other. Paris starts grinding slowly on Dax’s lap, reaching down to toy with the waistband of Dax’s pants. Suddenly, Paris breaks the kiss and looks down into Dax’s eyes with a mischievous smile.

PARIS ALEKSANDER:Why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere a little less crowded? I have an idea.

For a second Dax tilts his head to the side in faint confusion before Paris stands up and takes him by the hand. Paris leads him across the dance floor, throwing a wink at an ecstatic Skye, before navigating Dax into the restroom. The two disappear inside as the scene cuts to the dance floor where Pussy Talk by City Girls start blasting through the speaker, Keon grabs ahold of Yeshua’s arm and the two head to the middle of the dance floor. The scene cuts to the side where Adyn, Richie Rich and Chase Liu are shown. Adyn watches Keon and Yeshua dancing, he turns and looks at Richie Rich with a confused look on his face.



ADYN RICHIE: So I’m confused about what’s going on at my party, first off all I don’t know who invited Keon to my party because I don’t even know him and two why he is dancing with my brothers husband and why the fuck Richie Isn’t doing anything about it. I would hate to have to act up at my own birthday party.

The scene cuts back to the party.

ADYN RICHIE: Ummm, bro? What the hell?

RICHIE: Don’t worry about Adyn, this is your night and it isn’t about me.

ADYN RICHIE: Oh hell no, I didn’t think the rumors were true and since you never said anything to me about it I just never believed them but from what I’m seeing before my eyes makes the rumor true.

RICHIE: ………

ADYN RICHIE: Oh, no comment huh? Bet!

Adyn drinks the rest of his drink and hands the cup to Chase.

CHASE LIU: Adyn just chill man.

ADYN RICHIE: Fuck that!

Adyn pushes through the crowded lounge and reaches the middle where Yeshua and Keon are still shown enjoying each other’s company. Adyn taps Yeshua on the shoulder and the two meet face to face.

ADYN RICHIE: Boy what the fuck is your problem?

YESHUA BANNER: Yo chill Adyn, this isn’t any of your business.

ADYN RICHIE: What the fuck you mean it’s none of my business, this is my party dude are you fucking crazy? My brother, your husband is standing right over there.

KEON CAMP: He’s separated, they’re getting a divorce, duh!

ADYN RICHIE: I wasn’t talking to you trashy thot box, don’t speak unless spoken too.

Adyn looks back at Yeshua.

ADYN RICHIE: Anyway, I invited you and not your little whore.

KEON CAMP: I’ve had enough of you calling me names while I'm standing right here.



ADYN RICHIE: Someone please check this little boy before I have too, this isn’t New York, we’re in Atlanta, my fucking city. I will drag his ass up and down this lounge and force him out of my city, he can keep trying me if he wants too.

The scene cuts back to the party, Richie Rich and Chase has joined Adyn, Yeshua and Keon in the middle of the dance floor, Adyn is shown still popping off at Keon and Richie Rich is shown trying to calm Adyn down.

RICHIE RICHIE: It’s not worth it, it’s clear as day that he’s moved on and doesn’t want to try and fix our relationship.

Yeshua stands there speechless, stuck in between someone he loves and someone he thinks he’s falling for.

ADYN RICHIE: I don’t want this hoe at my party, so if security doesn’t get his ass out then I will.

KEON CAMP: I like to see you try.

Within seconds full chaos breaks out, Adyn grabs the glass drink that Chase has in his hand and tosses it at Keon hitting him in the side of the face, the glass breaks and falls to the ground and before Keon can collect his thoughts he’s knocked down to the floor from a tackle by Adyn. Adyn stands above Keon and blacks out, his fist start flying connecting with Keon’s jaw and side of his face.

CHASE LIU: Oh shit, Adyn STOP!

Chase grabs ahold of Adyn’s shirt trying to pull him off of Keon but Adyn’s strength overpowers Chase and he continues throwing hands at Keon. Finally security along with the help of Yeshua break the two up, Keon stands to his feet with blood falling from the side of his face, he tries to break away from the security to go after Adyn who is being escorted to the back office. Security pushes Adyn inside the room and Chase walks in closing the door behind him and security stands on the outside guarding the door.

CHASE LIU: Adyn are you fucking serious?

Chase starts to chuckle a bit even though he’s angry that Adyn was fighting inside of his lounge, he couldn’t help but chuckle at what he thinks Keon deserved.



ADYN RICHIE: Hey this is my party and I can do whatever the fuck I want, yeah I’m sorry I fought at Manni Lounge but Keon had that shit coming, the audacity of you walking into my party with my brothers fucking husband, divorced, separated or not that is some disrespectful shit and I had to teach that hoe a lesson.

The scene cuts back to Adyn and Chase.

ADYN RICHIE: He had it coming Chase, that pussy disrespected me and my brother and I wasn’t letting that shit slide, nope I couldn’t.

CHASE LIU: But at my club man?

Chase shakes his head.

CHASE LIU: Are you ok? I saw your hand bleeding.

Adyn looks down at his hand and notices blood falling from his knuckles.

ADYN RICHIE: I didn’t even notice, that shit is going to hurt in the morning. I don’t give a fuck though, get that hoe out my party and tell Yeshua he can leave too.

CHASE LIU: I already think they left, but I’ll make sure. Just stay here and cool down a second!



CHASE LIU: I’m in shock at what just happened, Adyn really lost his shit and I just hope Keon doesn’t try to prosecute or something, I feel like because it happened at my club than I’ll be involved in this mess somehow.

Chase shakes his head.

CHASE LIU: I get why Adyn was mad but I wish he wouldn’t have taken it this far, this is insane.

The scene cuts back to the party and Benny is seen off to the side, chatting with Curtis and sharing a drink. They are laughing and enjoying their time. Before too long, Benny leans in and kisses Curtis, long and lingering. Curtis puts his arms over Benny’s shoulders and leans more into the kiss.



Benny is cheesing for the cameras, grinning ear to ear as he thinks for a second.

BENNY MORENO: That kiss. Boy, that kiss. It made me realize that, even though the night didn't go the way I thought it would, it was going pretty damn good. I was putting too much into something and not giving Curtis a chance. He was a real cool kid.

We come back to Benny sitting with Curtis, lips still locked. Curtis leans in and whispers to Benny, but the microphones are able to pick up what is being said.

Curtis: You're a damn good kisser, baby.

Benny blushes a little and then leans in, nibbling on Curtis's earlobe. Curtis giggles, and quivers. Benny then whispers back to Curtis.

BENNY MORENO: I only kiss as good as the person I'm kissing, papito. But, um, I can do other things good, too.

Curtis: Yeah? Like what?

Benny grins and pulls Curtis out onto the dancefloor again. "Let Me See It" by Megan Thee Stallion hits the speakers and Benny puts his hands on Curtis's waist. He moves Curtis waist opposite of the motions he's making as they move in closer. He leans in and kisses Curtis, biting onto his lip as he slowly pulls back, letting the lip pop back into place. He slowly lowers down Curtis's body, stopping his head right at Curtis belt buckle. He bites onto it, moving his tongue around strategically to unbuckle the belt. He then bites onto the leather and slowly rises, pulling the belt back up with him, removing it in the process. He wraps the belt around Curtis back, pulling him in closer. This draws more attention from everyone else around.



BENNY MORENO: I'm not usually that one. But the drinks are hitting me, and I'm vibing with Curtis. I came to have fun and to show out. That's what I'm gonna do. Plus, it's my guilty pleasure song playing, and im feeling it.

Back on the dancefloor, Benny turns around, belt still around Curtis's waist. He reigns it in as he grinds on Curtis, who puts his hands on Benny's ass. The crowd circles around, cheering them on. Skye acts almost like a cheerleader for Benny.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Yeah! Put that thing on it, baby!

Benny winks at her as Benny claps back with authority. He bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes before panting. He nods his head before working his stomach and shoulders to buck his shirt off most of the way. He lets go of the belt, his shirt disheveled and in front of his chest only. He puts one firm hand on Curtis's ass, working his hips as he's crouched down, looking up at Curtis wantonly. Curtis puts a hand on Benny's head, pulling him in toward the crotch, but Benny smacks it away, shaking his shirt off his arms and to the floor. He rises slowly but pushes Curtis down to his knees. He winds his hips up and begins pushing his crotch into Curtis's face, to the beat of the song. He does this for a moment before helping Curtis up to his feet. He turns him around and bends him over. He has the belt again, and he lashes it across Curtis's ass, and then wraps it around Curtis's throat. He uses it for effect as he rides Curtis's ass like a pony, causing the crowd to get even more into the display. Curtis throws it back for Benny, and the sweat drops down from Benny's face and chest. Benny takes the bottle from Skye and takes a long sip. After a second sip, he yanks Curtis back and opens his mouth to pour some in. He takes another very long sip and tosses the bottle back away from the floor.

It is just then that a thug comes up through the circle and spins Benny around, the belt slipping from Benny's grip. The man punches him right in the face, sending him into the crowd on the other side.

Man: Motherfucker, what you doing with my man like that? Are you trying to get gotten?



Benny stares silently for a minute as he's thinking.

BENNY MORENO: Uhhhhh, what? Excuse the hell outta me, homez…

We go back inside the club as Benny is seen leaning against a few people. Skye is coming around to talk to Benny.

Man: What? You got nothing to say? You gonna fuck my man, and pull him to this club to show off and disrespect me like that?

The man reaches into his pocket, but Benny bounces off of the people he's leaning against. He charges the man and pummels him to the ground. He is throwing wild punches, left and right as he shouts in Spanish. Benny's temper is in full force. The man fights back, but Benny is getting the better of him. At least until the guy pulls out a knife and catches a small slit on Benny's cheek. Benny grabs the hand with the knife, catching a few fists to the face. The man puts Benny on his back as Curtis screams at him to let Benny up. Benny still has the hand with the knife, but the other hand is steady wailing on him. Benny bites the hand, causing the man to let go of the knife. Benny pushes it far away. The two begin rolling around, trading off hits and trading the advantage rapidly.



SKYE DEVEREUX: I'm not trying to be an accessory or anything, but that knife needed to be taken out of the picture, and quick. I wasn't about to touch it, but I knew there was something else that I could do…

Back in the club, Skye kicks the knife further away from both of the brawlers. She then kicks at the man's back.

SKYE DEVEREUX: Let him fucking go, dude! Get off my boy!

Man: I see that thing between your legs still. Makes you a man, and I ain't afraid to hit a dude.

Skye grits her teeth, but Benny hits an elbow to his face. He then gets to his feet and kicks the dude in the face. He pushes Skye out of the way as he repeatedly stomps on the man's face, even after he's knocked out.

BENNY MORENO: Cómo te sabe el pie a ti, feo y flácido pedazo de mierda? (How does my foot taste you limp dick piece of shit?)

Dax and Paris see Benny shoving Skye from the doorway of the bathroom. Dax immediately goes flying toward Benny, pushing through the group of people standing around and recording or watching. He wraps his arms around Benny as he takes his down to the floor. His arms are wrapped around Benny, though both men are pissed off beyond belief.

BENNY MORENO: Let me go, pendejo!

DAX BECKETT: Sleep it off bruh! Sleep it the fuck off and keep your hands off Skye, you sonuvabitch!

BENNY MORENO: Fuck you!

Benny gets out from Dax's arms and they both struggle to their feet. Benny hauls off and punches Dax right in the left eye. Dax grabs the second fist and wraps it around Benny, gripping the first wrist from behind Benny. He tucks his head behind Benny’s left shoulder, holding him there as Skye comes over to them both.

SKYE DEVEREUX: He was trying to get me away from that bloody faced asshole over there, Dax! He didn't hurt me!

DAX BECKETT: Okay, but his drunk ass needs to calm down before he catches a damn case for real! Calm your ass down, Benny!

BENNY MORENO: Fuck you, Dax! I ain't playing right now! I swear I ain't playing! I'm gonna fucking end this puta, and make that cheating little bitch watch me turn his lights out!

Dax doesn't say anything else, but he continues to hold Benny tightly. It seems like forever before the bouncers come to handle the situation so that Dax can let go. They muscle Benny away, but he continues to shout.

BENNY MORENO: YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL FUCKING END YOUR PAPI, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT! AND I'LL THROAT PUNCH YOU, DAX, FOR STICKING YOUR BIG NOSE WHERE IT DON'T BELONG, HOMEZ!

DAX BECKETT: Shut your fucking mouth before you get yourself in any more trouble, dumbass!

Benny's voice trails off as we can see police lights coming in through the partially open doors. Dax just shakes his head as Skye rushes over to hug onto Dax. Paris joins them, now holding onto Dax as they just stare.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: that’s…fuckin….wild.

The scene cuts to Adyn leaving the back room and being greeted by Asani Li, she rushes over to him and quickly gives him a hug.

ASANI LI: Are you okay?



ASANI LI: What the hell is going on!? I knew things got crazy in atl but no one should be fighting.

ADYN RICHIE: I’m fine, I’m not the one walking around with a black eye and a face full of blood.

Asani chuckles a little

ASANI LI: That's not nice. This is too much we need to get away from this.

ADYN RICHIE: I just want to get a drink and try to have a good night.

Asani and Adyn make their way over to the bar, Adyn orders them both a drink and before he could take the drink and have a sip, he notices Paris standing to the side with Benny and Dax. Adyn rolls his eyes and motions Asani to follow him.



ADYN RICHIE: I don’t know what is happening tonight and why all these people I don’t like are showing up to my party, I’m sure they saw the big flyer with my face on it saying it was a celebration for me, so I don’t understand why people like Keon and now Paris are here but I’ll get to the bottom of it.

The scene cuts back to Adyn and Asani walking up to Dax and Paris. Adyn gives off a fake smile towards the two.

ADYN RICHIE: Hey Dax, thank you for showing up.

Dax is still breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush of what just happened moments ago.

DAX BECKETT: Thanks for the invite.

ADYN RICHIE: And Paris-

PARIS ALEKSANDER:…Adyn.

ADYN RICHIE: I’m confused as to why you are here, you know that we both don’t care for each other, so I don’t understand why you are drinking off me.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: uhhh to be honest I was a little confused to get the invite from your friend, Chase. So maybe ask him about that. I assumed you were trying to extend an olive branch or something and let the past be the past? So I figured the least I could do was stop by and make a little appearance as a show of good will…honestly, happy birthday bro. I hope I look half as good as you do when I turn 40.



PARIS ALEKSANDER: What?! How was I supposed to know he wasn’t 40? I mean hasn’t he been doing these shows for like…the past 10 years or something?!

Paris shrugs innocently but fails to conceal the hint of an arrogant smirk.

The scene cuts back to the interior of #ManniLounge.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: So what do you say? Truce?

Paris extends his hand toward Adyn for a handshake.

ADYN RICHIE: 40? Boy if you don’t get the fuck out of my face and out of my party, you tried that.

Adyn pushes Paris' hand away.

ADYN RICHIE: At first I was going to let you stay until you made that slick ass comment so that shows me that your maturity level is still beneath me, I fought one ditzy hoe tonight I don’t mind fighting another.



ADYN RICHIE: I see these hoes are trying me tonight, but I’m going to have a word with Chase and these invites he sent out, Chase is my boy but some of the shit he does moves me the wrong way.

Adyn shrugs and the scene cuts back to the party.

ADYN RICHIE: So would you like to leave on your own or should I have security escort you out? Your choice.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: Escort me out of what? You didn’t even have the sense to rent out the whole club for this whack ass party but whatever.

Paris says, rolling his eyes before turning to Dax.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: I’m going to get another drink. Find me when you’re ready to bounce.

With that, Paris turns and walks off but not before mushing Adyn in the face with a few fingers.

PARIS ALEKSANDER: happy birthday bitch.

Adyn balls his fist up and starts to walk towards Paris but Asani grabs his arm pulling him back.

ASANI LI: It's not worth it babe. She clearly needs a moment. Don't give it to her.

ADYN RICHIE: You know what you’re right, I’m not even going to entertain that bitch. I need another drink like right now.

Adyn turns and looks at Dax.

ADYN RICHIE: I apologize about how I approached you guys, my issue isn’t with you but with Paris. I hope you guys enjoy the rest of your night though!

DAX BECKETT: I mean, it's your party and you can shit all over it if you want to. That's your prerogative. I handled one fight for you tonight, and that's my gift to you.

Dax stands there, staring at Adyn, licking at his bottom lip as if to say "say something" as he waits for a response. Adyn stands there for a second confused, he didn’t know If he should take that as a compliment or shade, he shrugs his shoulders and smiles.

ADYN RICHIE: Whatever you say man, can we please just have fun the rest of the night.

DAX BECKETT: Yeah, we’re cool...

Both Adyn and Dax agree to that and the party continues and the scene fades to black.