Brice cleared a space for him on the floor. "I need to talk about Jason and go."
"You risked your life to come up here to discuss him."
"I need to know my enemy, to get him out of Cody."
Brice and Nicholson's attention observed Get It Right hollering at his crew. He wailed his arms, stomping around in a circled. Demonstrating a kid having a disgusting tantrum, he uttered foul words in his performance. The dancers separated into their homes or into their cars leaving the party. The bodyguards tried to stop them, they drove pass.
"Where did this can come from?" Get It Right said, bending down to remove his shoes. "Floyd bring me another pair of shoes."
Floyd jogged to a gold-colored Mercedes Benz, he got smack in the face with a soaked red paper bag. He stopped to examine how much damage it caused. His face and the top part of his track suit had been slime. Unzipping his jacket, he scoped the area for the fool who was throwing this junk. He retrieved the shoes and planned to pass them to Get It Right when a blurred of black plastic crossed in front of him. The person's foot landed in Get It Right chest, knocking him to the ground.
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