*She takes in a deep breath and lets it out with a loud cackle* Nice one! *She not even trying to be quiet now...smoke, a chick in the men's room, their bound to get noticed, right? Like she cares...she's in good company right now, she takes another hit and looks him over as she exhales* How many asses have you popped a cap in?

He laughs and inhales, as he exhales "I lost count at after 25." he laughs again "enough that im sick of buying new bulletes."

*She reaches back and unhooks something at the small of her back, she pulls out a 6 inch, silver throwing blade and twirls it about her free hand, yeah she's high, but she still has skill* I don't like guns...they're no fun and attract too much attention, you don't have time to play..

Jamal looks at the knife with a what a crazy bitch expression on his face. He her wrists and pushes them over her head onto the stall wall. "Gonna pull a knife on me cracka!" He says as he pushes himself up against her again.

Naaah Nigga...*She cackles and grinds herself against him again* Not yet at least..*Her dull eyes widen a bit as she giggles, then leans in for another hard kiss*

Jamal takes another hit and blows it in her mouth. after that he says "We should prolly bounce up outta here." He winks and puts the blunt out on the wall.

*She does the same with her blunt and moves to put her blade away in a specialized holster under her shirt, it looks as if there should be two knifes...the other holster holds about 10 rolled blunts, she upnods to him* Yeah sweets...let's get to a more private area..

He Kisses her one more time before opening the door of the stall and begining to walk out looking around at the room filled with smoke. "Shit hope da sprinkla dont turn the fuck on." When he opens the door everyone in the club will obviusly be able to smell the smoke coming form the bathroom.

*She takes his hand now, high enough to make her sway and limp a little, she does limp when she's high...she can't help it when she's a little sober she can stop herself from doing it, but right now, she just doesn't care* You ride's gunna be here soon?

"Yea thet's be knockin over a 7/11 or someshit, there crazy ass mothafuckas." He keeps walking with her past the bar as the bar tender says "Excuse me your bill sure?" Jamal responds with "YO, Fuck you! ill pay fo' wat da fuck i wanna pay fo!" He walks closer to the abr and gives him the ill kill ya bitch face before he walks threw the door.

*She actually tries to hide her face a bit, she doesn't want the bar tender to call the cops, she just offed two people tonight! The last thing she needs is to be pulled in for not paying a bill. She moves a hand over his ass and grips tightly* Sounds good ta me, nigga..*She grins..it's allowed, right? she did just get done making out with him, and we all know they're gunna fuck each other's brains out tonight*

He says to her as they get outside "Told ya i wasnt BUY you a drink, i dont front bout shit" He laughs and sees Beans bounce up in the Low-Low so they can leave. He hops in the back seat and grabs a forty of the seat offering one to karlie.

*She slips into the seat next to and nods to the others in the car, she leans into Jamal and giggles madly* Well, ya owe me then...'Sup guys...*She doesn't even look at the women in the car, if they're still in with them, she neglects to tell the others her name, perhaps leaving it up Jamal to do so*

Jamal says "YO nigga, Bring me up to the plantation Me and this girl here are gonna chill up dar." He says before he takes a big swig of the 40 and they drive towards the plantation. They turn on a beat with no lyrics again for Jamal to rap.

I'm obnoxious, motherfucker can't you tell
Run through Little Havannah yelling: 'Viva Fidel'
Jerking off at the sheets when I stay at hotels
Drinking Bacardi at AA meetings, smoking a L
I'm broke as hell my attitude is no good
Like working for white people after watching rosewood
So I'm a mercenary, I don't care how I get richer
Like American companies that did business with Hitler
Get the picture nigga, I'm the best of both worlds
Without the hidden camera, and the 12 year old girl
Let's face it, you're basic, you aren't half the man that I am
I throw your gang sign up, and then I'll spit on my hand
Give me a hundred grand, give me your watch, give me your chain
That's your girl, bitch get over here, give me some brain
I'll bust of on her face, and right after the segment
She'll probably rub it in her pussy, trying to get herself pregnant
I said it I meant it, that's the way I deal with enemies
Like pro lifers, that support the death penalty
And don't talk about war, when niggas know that your pus
A fucking hypocrite draft dodger like George Bush
Don't push me nigga, cause I'm close to the edge
And I'll jump of with a rope that's wrapped around your head
Send a dead fetus to my ex on valentines day
The safety's off nigga, so get the fuck out my way  

--Last edited by jamal on 2008-06-05 00:57:18 --

*She bobs her head to the beat, stealing a few swigs of his drink on their way*

continues in blazin drinkin and carrying on.... In the heights =)