Mhorashty
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.Worlds Apart.
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11:57 p.m.
Club Eat Me. Southside.
CZR sat at a table that had been reserved for his crew since Club Eat Me became one of their usual chill spots. CZR sat with a Gin and Juice in one hand and his cell phone in the other. "What the fuck? Man, quit fuckin' buggin'. Chill the fuck out and come 'round the club. Those pussy ass bitchs know better than to try to roll up on us here. They'd get blasted in no time flat." CZR just nodded and then hung up. He took a sip of his drink and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
He sighed and pulled out his pack of Newports and sparked one. CZR drew in a long drag from the cigerrette and slowly let it escape from him. He looked around the table and quickly realized he was the only one who was here alone. 'Nah. Fuck that shit. Can't have all these bitches mackin' it and me sitting here with my hand on my nuts.' CZR stood up slowly and surveyed the room, he could see everything from his corner. He could see a few of their boyz hanging out by the door, one back by the bathroom's dealin', and a few others scattered throughout the club. CZR could spot a member of his crew from a mile away.. he knew each of them... He started making his way for the dance floor, he was gonna lay it down tonight that was for damn sure. He tossed his Florida Gators hat back onto the table and slipped his silk button down on. CZR was a big dude. He stood out normally, but tonight.. tonight there was something different about the way he moved, that drew a lot of attention. CZR's hair was non-existant. He'd brought it down all the way this afternoon with a bic and some shaving cream. Hanging around his neck was a large silver chain, with a cross.
CZR's orange silk shirt covered most of his tattoo's and scars, and those that the unbuttoned silk didn't cover, the white wife beater did. A pair of black, acid washed, baggy jeans hung off of his hips, his belt being the only thing keeping them from sliding off of his ass. A pair of black timberland boots completed the outfit. The only other jewelry CZR had on were a pair of silver diamond studs, one in each ear, and two silver rings on his fingers... and then there were his colors.. he had an orange bandanna tied off around his left wrist, just like all the other members of his gang here tonight...
...CZR moved out onto the middle of the dance floor, he could almost feel the music moving him. He let the phone call slip from his mind, as well as the other events of the day.. it'd been a long time since CZR just let loose, and he was sure as hell gonna give it a shot tonight. CZR moved to the music in a group of people who seemed to just be moving and enjoying the night. As the light's went down between songs CZR became nearly invisible, his skin one of the darkest shades of any of the crew, or of anyone on the block... Total darkness reminded CZR of thing's best forgotten...
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