11am, Emergency meeting at the New American Airlines HQ, Los Angeles, CA
"He's gone. He's not coming back. I don't know what to do..." sighed Nathan, the former Vice Chairman, now Chairman and longtime British friend of Carson.
He sat back in the chairman's swivel chair at the end of the Board Room table. He didn't want to be sitting there. He was always been okay with being 2nd in command of AA, but never wanted to take on the responsibility of being Chairman.
"Shooooot y'all, I get woken up at 3am to hear my fellow cowboy is dead, get my cowboy boots on, have to start my cattle castrations three hours earlier just to get in my F350 by 5am, get to DFW by 6am and get on a 7am flight just to be here. Now I'm stuck in liberal-land and you got nut'tin to say but that. In Texas we call that 'waitin' for the venom of the snake in your boot' or 'Waitin' for Obama to take our guns'" said the Cowboy named Houston.
"Well Houston, what's your plan 'Mr. I know how the world works which is why I cut off bull balls for a living'…" quipped Lando from the pull down monitor. He was skyping from Dylan's house in Orlando. He was supposed to fly to Atlanta the day before, but realized he didn't have a home, so he decided to crash on Dylan's couch. Little did Lando know, Dylan wanted him there because his date ditched him at prom and ended up giving the school principal succ, so he needed emotional support.
"Settle down mates, no need to scrum. Let's get a pint at da ye 'ole pub and go bollocks for our fallen goven'a Carson" interjected Kyle hastily before it got out of hand.
"Shut up der English boi, we don't eat dem croissants down in TEXAS and don't listen to damn socialists." quipped Houston.
"You stupid Bullock, croissants are French and you twit we are a constitutional monarchy." replied Kyle.
"Will both of you SHUT THE FUCK UP!" yelled Andy while he lurched forward in his chair and slammed his hand on the desk. Everyone went silent when they noticed Andy's hand starting to bleed again. He rubbed his forehead trying desperately to forget what happened just hours ago. But, he can't. Everywhere he looked, he could see Carson. He can't even look at his own hands because they were still covered in blood.
"Oy, ya bugga, come tussle and get dis upacut bullock" said Kyle, standing up in anger that Andy would disrespect a brit.
"Kyle. Sit down. I'm British and I don't even understand you" said Nathan, sighing and rubbing his head wondering how he is going to make this work.
The board room doors open.
"Good morning fellas, sorry for being late…" said Jaden, looking down and slumping over to a seat at the end of the table.
"Hi fellas, how goes is it my 'young… G's'" said a dorky looking short man wearing glasses as he walked in behind Jaden.
"Jaden. Allon. You're late" said Nathan coldly.
"Sorry… 'boss'" said Jaden, holding up air quotes.
Nathan put his hand up to protest, but paused at the word 'boss'. "Yes. Well… This is an emergency meeting, I expect you to treat it seriously."
"Well. I'm sorry. I'm here now" said Jaden, slumping in his chair.
"Well… it's ok, we have all had a rough day…" sighed Nathan
"I know right my homies… I was doin' that coke off a stripper's booty and now i'm here with you skrubs" boasted Allon.
"Shut the fuck up Allon, we all know you stayed home all night watchin' My Little Pony you creep" said Andy.
"What the fuck, yeah right Andy, you're just jealous" responded Allon.
"You're wearing the same MLP bracelet you wear every time you watch it.. dumbass" said Andy, shaking his head.
Allon looked at his wrist, paused, then back at Andy. "OH YEA! WELL–"
"GUYS! THIS ISN'T HELPING ANYONE. WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO ABOUT A NEW CHAIRMAN" yelled Nathan, as he shot up and finally snapped.
Everyone paused. No one had ever seen Nathan snap before.
"Well partner… you're the head honcho now. You run the cattle drive" said Houston, tipping his cowboy hat.
"I know I am.. It's.. gonna take awhile to get used to this" signed Nathan, slumping back into his chair.
*Doors open again*
"Hello gentlemen, I'm sorry for your loss" said the white businessman with 2 jail guards behind him.
"Well shoot, howdy der warden" said Houston tipping his cap.
"Jason? What the hell are you doing here? How did you know about this meeting?" asked Andy
"Yo it's my homie G, my wingman" said Allon throwing up deuces.
Jason sighed. "God damn it Allon." he said while pinching his nose and shaking his head. "Please. Stop talking like that."
"Yes sir…" said Allon, slumping in his chair.
"Anyway… I was invited by Nathan. Carson and I might not have been in business long, but he was a good friend, and losing him is just, indescribable" sighed Jason, looking down.
"Yes. Thank you for coming Jason. Please have a seat." said Nathan
"Oh so he gets to be late, but I don't? Nice Nathan…" said Jaden, rolling his eye.
"Well. I actually asked him to come a little late. He's actually kind of early." said Nathan.
"Sorry about that Nathan. But, I wanted to help cheer you guys up." said Jason.
"The bloke brought us some of that nose music! I say my boys it'll be smashing!" said Kyle slapping the table in joy.
"Uh, no. I was just going to invite you on a private cruise out of the Port of Los Angeles tomorrow. Hosted by Blox, for all our staff and American's staff. We are going to celebrate the life of our amazing friend Carson. What do ya fellas say?" asked Jason.
To: Andrew Phan, Andrew (canadianspirit1), Andrew (FederationAviator), Andy, Blox Staff (contact group) Carson (he didn't want to remove his contact), Dylan, Houston, Jaden, Jared, Jenny, Joseph, Justin, Korey, Kyle, Lando, Mateyo
From: Jason
Subject: *ALERT* CRUISE TOMORROW
We will be having a private cruise tomorrow at the Port of Los Angeles. Exclusively for American and Blox Staff. Remember to not bring illegal contraband. Tickets are attached. Hope to see you there, but you should!
Regards,
Jason
CEO of Blox Enterprises
The board members looked at each other, smiled and nodded, knowing they were going to have the time of their lives. However, Andy felt differently. He felt terrible because he knew Carson was up to something to ruin Blox, yet Jason seemed like a really nice guy. He's basically throwing a million dollar party in honor of Carson. Andy remained silent, and didn't look Jason in the eye as the rest of the board members thanked Jason and promised to be at the big celebration the next day...
2pm, Yorkdale Salon, Los Angeles, CA
Jenny walked in a beauty spa owned by her, and her best friends: Abby, Cleo, and Katherine (Fallen). The marble floor shined while the slightly futuristic but comfortable chairs lined up in the waiting room. The velvet black swivel seats had just been reupholstered. Every time Jenny walks in, she had this thought that somewhere at the back of her mind, she always knew that Abby had poor taste in interior design.
"Guess who brought lobster?" She cheerily asked.
"Bitch, we just cleaned the floor." Complained Cleo. She then ripped open the bag and grabbed a leg. "Fuck it, let's eat."
"Aaaand this is why none of us get any action in bed." Katherine sneered.
Jenny left the store to get a cup of Starbucks coffee. Meanwhile, the girls get back to prepping up the hair of their customers.
"And then I said, you might have a big read head up there, but down there... " said a young blond girl before bursting into laughter with Abby.
"He said he was a flight attendant at American Airlines?" asked Abby, trying to contain her laughter as she slowly cuts the bangs of the blond girl.
"Yea, he's making me wanna right on United now..." snickered the girl, "He said he had to fly to Vivamus a couple days ago. He asked for my number. I gave him one to a Chinese sweatshop"
*Door bell rings to signal a new customer has entered*
"Hello, Welcome to th–" Katherine paused when she looks at the door and sees the male and female who have just walked in.
"Oooh what have we here?" Said a broad young man, eyeing her with a smirk. He tipped his USC snapback and leaned onto the counter. His ash brown eyes resonated with coldness in his life.
"Keep it in your pants faggot. You can spread your STDs later" said his female partner. Causing Katherine to giggle a little.
"Thanks for taking ruining the moment Lia." said the man before glaring back at Katherine, quickly shutting her up. "What's so funny, huh?"
Katherine blushed. "Heh..heh.. hey Drake! What a pleasant surprise, you're welcome to come for a massage. You don't need to come here to collect the debt, right?"
"I wouldn't need to come here if you paid." Drake replied. Katherine was considering to beg in public. But apparently, she cared more about her pride than her own safety. "It's been over a month, I still haven't been paid. Why else would I be here?"
"I didn't mean to stall, it's just that my uncle has a huge family in Colombia, I'll ask him for the money the next time I see him, I swear." She continued "I'll pay it back eventually, just give me some time."
"He gambled and guess what… he lost. And now you're both paying the price" said Drake as he walks over to Katherine's chair. He looks over a customer eyeing him up and down. "Hi, my name is Drake" he said, reaching out and shaking the clearly scared customer's hand
"Again. Keep it in your pants…." said Lia, shaking her head with her arms crossed.
"Listen Drake, we might've been short. But-" before Katherine could finish..
"Don't be a broker if you can't even do the fucking job. I'm sorry." Drake turned to Lia, who combed her pixie cut with her fingers. "You know what to do"
Lia walked to the other side of the salon and threw a bottle of shampoo at a glass divider. "Get the fuck out, the owner is in trouble."
"All of you, get out." They both repeated.
"No no no, please stop." The three girls pleaded their customers not to leave, but they already did. While the commotion was going on, Jenny came back and see the customers running out of the store. She suspected something was wrong.
"What did Katherine do?" Her eyes widened. "Or...Is this a robbery?" She rushed to the back door and slowly opened it, hoping that nobody saw her. She eavesdropped the conversation happening inside.
"Drake, show some mercy. I'll… do things…. if you want" Katherine grabbed his arm and pleaded some more.
"Mercy? I gave people allowance. Why don't you ever fucking respect that? You know I need to hand the money over to my boss. Also, stop bargaining. I don't want that shit. I want the green" Drake turned to Lia again. "Lia, search everything and every room. Grab as much as you can." he said coldly.
Jenny watched Drake walk over to the cash register while Lia walked into one of the rooms. She quickly moved with stealth into the bathroom behind the main salon area and takes the metal rod that holds up with the towels. She quietly shuffles back to the right out of view of the girls and waits for her moment to strike. She watches as he finally opens the register then charges.
"DIE YOU BORDER SMUGGLING ASSWIPE!" She yelled. Drake turns around to see a rod about to hit him, he puts his arm up at the last second to take the blow before stumbling back against the register. Jenny swung again, but Drake catches the rod with one hand, then uses the other to control it. Jenny struggled to take the rod back, but couldn't get it out of his grip. 'Fuck. He's strong' she thought. Drake smirks and pulls the rod and Jenny closer to him until they are just an inch from each other.
"Well, well… what do we have here…" said Drake with a cocky smirk, as Jenny hopelessly struggled to take back the rod. "What's this cutie's name"
"Drake are you o-" asked Lia, as she ran out of the room, then paused to see a black haired girl, making really close eye contact with her partner in crime.
"I'm fine Lia. I'm just making friends…." said Drake before looking back down at the new girl he met. "Or maybe more…." he whispered with a smirk.
"Keep looking at me like that, and you're losing that excuse for an inchworm" said Jenny, giving Drake a threatening scowl.
They lock eyes for what felt like an eternity. Drake could sense that this girl did mean business. He has seen that look in his partner's eye. This was no ordinary girl, and he couldn't stop looking into those eyes. Everyone was silent just watching the two read each other.
"Uh… are you two gonna fuck or what?" asked Lia finally breaking the tension.
Drake finally snatches the bar away from Jenny's grasp and tosses it away. "Nah… like I said… I'm making a friend" he smirked.
"Why would I wanna be friends with a self-centered, thug, border hopper like you" spat Jenny back at him.
"You didn't say ugly…" smirked Drake.
Jenny blushed as the girls behind her went "ooooooooh". "Well… and that too! Ugly ass, meerkat looking wetback robber!" she yelled. Shutting everyone up.
"The fuck do you mean robber?! We're here to collect debts!" yelled Drake back
"Bullshit, how do we owe people money?"
Katherine then pulled Jenny to the side while she was sitting down "Jen, I do owe them money.." she sheepishly whispered.
"Are you kidding me?" Jenny yelled.
Drake replied "Your friend works for me as a casual broker. She owes me money from last month. Stop wasting my fucking time so I can go play strip Uno with a girl from the club. Maybe you will wanna join too..." giving Jenny a wink.
"I wonder how you can do that, when people like you steal all the green cards.." Jenny quietly retorted.
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"Nothing" She said, "I'll tell Katherine to pay back the debt. Just give us some more time."
"Because I like your attitude and…. other assets, i'll give you some time" Drake smirk. "I'll be back. Tomorrow." He paused and locked eyes with Jenny one more time before smirking and heading out.
"By the way, what's your rate on mani-pedis…" asked Lia.
"Oh we have a sale, it's a haircut plus mani-pedi for only $40." chimed in Cleo eagerly. Everyone look at her, before she slowly backed away.
"Then I'll be back too…" said Lia, she walked backwards and gave the others eye daggers. Jenny slammed and locked the door once more and started to glare at Katherine.
"Why." she asked
Katherine had to make a confession. "Not gonna lie, I don't have an uncle in Colombia. I just wanted to go on a shopping spree.." She then went to the back of the counter where the cash register was and took out three Birkin bags in their signature orange boxes, each in different colors. "Merry late Christmas..?" she sprinted and ran for dear life.
Jenny slapped her.
"Ow!" yelled Katherine ready to retaliate but Abby and Cleo held her back.
"That's for being an idiot!" yelled Jenny. The two girls locked eyes before Katherine's eyes began to water. "Ugh… I hate you, but… come here". The four girls huddled together. They might be in trouble, but they'll have each other until they die.
Katherine cheers up and begins to lighten up. "You gotta admit…" she says while sniffling. "He is kinda hot…"
The four girls blush. Then Jenny looks at Katherine before punching her in the shoulder. "Ow!" yelled Katherine.
"Everyone clean up and get back to work." said Jenny before walking to the back office.
The next day..
"Business is good." Drake said to a client.
"Of course, why else would I ask you to DJ for my cousin's Sweet Sixteen party?" He replied.
"Cause your wife left you and you're making up for only seeing your daughter on Saturdays by spending a shit ton of money on her." The client handed money to Drake while Lia .
"It's great that business is good." She hovered over and smiled "Yo, remember to get more clients for us." the client brushed his hand off his shoulder. "Will do."
As Drake and Lia walked out of the club, they became proud of their progress. They collected all the debts today, got more clients. The bets are bigger too.
"Drake, did you fuckin' increase the clients' credit again?" Lia asked.
"What's the problem?" he retorted.
"Huge problem, Shawn is in charge of this whole district." she continued "You gave his clients a longer credit period. You also gave them higher credit limits so you can steal his clients." she turned to him. "Aren't you worried that Shawn will fuck you up?"
"Lia, are you scared of poverty or Shawn more? 'Cause I'm afraid of poverty." he continued "If we don't get results, how can we win Danny's trust? How the fuck can we become his second hand?"
Lia scoffed and puffed her chest out.. "Of course I'm not scared of Danny. But if his men show up, we're done for."
"If you're so chicken, don't do it then."
They took a long walk to the parking lot and got to Drake's Toyota Corolla. Drake crammed his DJ equipment into the backseat, then sat with Lia at the front.
"We're best friends, we'll do everything together." she said, grabbing a couple of coupons which happen to be from Yorkdale Salon. "Yo, we did all of today's shit. Why don't we take a break" she used the coupons to fan herself. "I could use a manicure."
Back at the salon..
Abby walked up to Jenny dragging herself around in an office chair. "Jenny, are you that bored?"
"I'm kinda fortunate that I'm not bored sometimes." she replied.
"If that's the case, why don't you go touch yourself?"
"I'm thinking up ways to make more money. We're still in debt because of Katherine's shopping spree." sighed Jenny
"Like I said, make people pay to watch you touch yourself" said Abby cheerily. Jenny gave her a blank stare before returning to swiveling in her chair.
"Yeah it fucking sucks, but it takes time to repay it back." Cleo chimed in from behind the register. "It's only a good $30k. We're all able to work too."
"Oh.. that's gonna be a lot of touching Jenny…" responded Abby.
As Jenny rolled herself to the door, Drake and Lia opened them and walked right in. "Welcom– Oh, gross." The duo surrounded her. "You wanna collect the money? I'm still broke as hell."
Katherine walked to them "Hey, it's my fault. Leave the shop alone." she said.
Drake rolled his eyes back. "We didn't come here to collect debt." he gave a smirk. "We want you to serve us."
"What the fuck do you want?" Jenny asked them.
"Obviously a foot massage. We wouldn't want you to massage other parts." Drake replied, jabbing her arm with his elbow.
"God, your breath smells like a failed abortion."
"Well he is Mexican…." quipped Lia causing Jenny to giggle a little.
Drake walked over to the rich black leather massage chairs. "Hey, we're the customers here. So, you gotta do what we say."
"Oh don't give me that 'the customer is always right' bullshit." Jenny yelled.
Lia waved the coupons in front of her face. "I bet you guys remembered these coupons. We want full service." she walked and jumped onto another massage chair. "Ahhh, don't even think about closing until we're satisfied." Jenny winced.
"Plus I'll give you my number as a tip." said Drake, giving Jenny a wink. "Don't just stand there. You won't honor that? I'm gonna have to write a shitty review on Yelp..."
"We'll honor it, but I'll ask two other staff to massage your crusty ass feet. And keep your fuckboy number to yourself. I like being syphilis free.." she retorted. She called Abby and Cleo over to massage Drake and Lia, and left to take a nap in one of the private rooms.
"Is it me or does she need to get laid…?" asked Drake.
"Tell us about it…" scoffed Abby.
1 hour later
"And then he said 'You better swallow, it's not even that gross'" said Abby, while putting some of Drake's hair between her fingers before cutting it with her scissors.
"What the hell? I don't give a fuck if she spits or swallows, her job is done" joked Drake
"I would've swallowed, but he was demanding. So, I taught him a lesson"
"A lesson?" asked Drake cautiously
"Yep…" said Abby, with an evil smirk on her face. "I made a swallowing noise, and smiled up at him, then I puffed my lips for a kiss, and he fell for it. As soon as my lips came in contact with his I…. spit it in is mouth"
"NOOOOOOO!" yelled Drake, as he begins to die with laughter.
"I've never seen a guy run to a toilet so quickly to vomit. And I've worked at Taco Bell for a year" she said with a smirk.
"HAHAHAHA! What was his name?" asked Drake, holding his stomach from laughing to hard.
"While you two shut the fuck up! I'm trying to relax." yelled Lia
"Yea! Listen to the bitch!" yelled Cleo, as she gives Lia a fist bump. Both were soaking their feet and laying back with face masks on, and cucumbers over their eyes.
"Fiiiiinnnnneeeee, anyway I think Matthew or something? I don't know. He said he was from DC, and worked for American Airlines. I didn't give a fuck tha they only lasted like 2 minutes, that moment was priceless, would do again" shrugged Abby. "By the way, your cut is done, what do ya think?" she said, handing Drake a mirror to check out his cut.
"Lookin fresh my girl. I'ma leave a great Yelp review about you. Unlike your manager…." said Drake.
"Excuse me?" said Jenny walkin out of the backroom with her arms crossed.
"Ayyyyyy, its my future wife" said Drake with a cocky grin.
"I don't want illegals in this country or inside me" retorted Jenny. "And what the hell is going on? Why is everyone so… friendly?"
"Cause we've gotten laid in the last year…" whispered Abby to Drake. He giggled and gave her a low five, making Jenny even more mad.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!" yelled Jenny
"I said cause we are professionals."
Drake got up and walked over to Jenny. "Listen, Jenny, we are sorry for ruining your show yesterday, but we promised to tip your employees well, and we will loves a 5 star rating on Yelp. All you need know is my number" he said with a grin.
Jenny took a deep breathe, it took at she had to not murder him on the spot. "Thank you for your patronage. But no, I do not want your number." she said sternly.
"Aight then…. Your loss…" Said Drake with a shrug before heading to the cash register to pay for his haircut and massage.
"Alright, your total with the coupon is $30." said Abby cheerily.
Drake pulls a hundred out of his wallet. Abby's and Jenny's eyes widen. "Keep the change. Sorry about your shop yesterday." he said humbly.
Jenny and Abby looked at each other stunned. "Thanks Drake!" said Abby cheerily running over to give him a hug. "I need this for the cruise tomorrow!"
Drake jumped a little when he heard cruise. "Cruise?" he asked.
"Yea, Jenny has a part-time job in American and they are having a celebration or somethin. Jenny letting us come with her" said Abby cheerily.
Drake paused for a couple seconds. Little did they know Drake was a DJ in blox and was working the same cruise they were talking about. "Oh nice, sounds like fun" he said. "Lia, hurry up and relax faster!"
"Don't push me bitch." yelled Lia back, enjoying her soak. "Like I said, he seems hard on the outside, but he's such a softie on the inside."
"Awww… Drake has a soft heart." said Cleo, looking over at Drake who was shaking his head. "Hey Abby, get us some chips bitch!" she yelled
"Get 'em yourself you lazy bitch, I'm not paying you to relax." yelled Jenny back. "Besides, we get them for the customer only."
"Jenny, I want chips!" yelled Lia, she heard a whisper from Cleo. "Bitch!"
Just then, Drake heard a car door slam outside the salon while Lia was demanding refreshments.. He went to the nearest window and looked outside to see Shawn's white rapist van parked diagonally along three parking spots and him with his gang. They walked into the shop in an awkward single file line.
"LIA! DRAGONFLY!" Drake yelled while dragging Jenny and Abby into a private room Lia, immediately pulled Cleo out of her their lounge chairs and pulled her to the room as well. They locked the door.
"What are you doing?!" Jenny yelled, about to punch Drake
"Is there something wrong?" Abby also questioned while terrified.
"I saw Shawn coming this way with his army of angry schoolchildren." He looked away and paced quickly around the room. "I'm not sure if he's after us."
Shit, are they after me because of Weston? Jenny thought.
"What the fuck. Are you sure?" Lia nearly freaked "What if he's really coming after us?"
"Of course we're gonna run. We're fucked when he gets here." Drake replied.
Then, he and Lia overheard Shawn and his group in the salon through the door with arguing from the girls and the guys. Their bickering grew louder as the trio stood inside frozen and hurriedly thinking of a plan.
"LOOK!" yelled Drake, noticing a small window in the room, big enough for a human to climb out of. "Out the window. Now!"
Jenny and the girls quietly climbed out the window first. Drake and Lia followed. They got out at an alley at the side.
"Lia, let's split!" Drake told her.
"Oh okay." shouted Lia.
"Be careful!" They both said to each other as they ran in opposite directions. Drake coincidentally met up with Jenny as she was running on her own. The girls ran with Lia.
"Hey! Why are you following me?" she shouted "Don't make them come this way, go somewhere else!"
"You go somewhere else." Drake replied. She then flipped him off while sprinting away from him. As they kept running, they got trapped by Shawn's men at both ends of the alley.
"Yo!" Shawn hollered.
Jenny and Drake turned to each other "I told you not to follow me!" They both shouted at the same time.
"Drake! Fucking traitor, you're stealing my business?" Shawn called Drake out.
Jenny pointed a finger at Drake "Wow, how could you do such a thing so wicked?" she slowly walked backwards to the crowd, trying to get away from this mess. "That's fucked up, such scum. Beat him please." Drake looked in horror as he didn't think the girl would rat him out so quickly.
"Fuck off little girl." Shawn pushed her back to Drake.
"Beat him up!" Shawn's men yelled.
Drake pushed Jenny to the side. Looked to the side, saw a plank, kicked it up into his hands. She watched as he whacked some of the men at the neck with it, nearly killing them. He kicked another few at the chest while he swung heads. One of the men knocked Drake's bag with stacks of money falling out. 'Whoa' Jenny thought. She cleverly dodged the kicks and swings while picking up the money stacks with $7.5k each. Drake was still fighting back, but tried to get himself and Jenny to safety.
"Run!" He said as he grabbed her ran down the street, found an alley. "In here!" he said, opening a dumpster, lifting Jenny in, then hopping in with her. They wait, then they heard the group running through the alley and trying to find them.
"FIND HIM!" yelled Shawn, as the group kept running. As the coast became clear, they poked their heads out of the trash.
"Don't bother coming into my shop anymore. I don't wanna be in your mess ever again." Jenny complained.
"That's a kind way of saying 'thank you'... You took my money, I almost died. If I didn't protect you, you would've been dead too." Drake replied. "So thirsty, you prefer money over your own life."
"Doesn't matter if I'm a thirsty hoe, I had to deal with your shit for over an hour. You just gave me a couple of coupons. Do you know how much business I've lost?" she continued "Who knows if they'll come back for more. You better pay me for that." she stuck her hand out at his face.
"You took my damn money. I nearly got beaten up 'cause of you. We're not even yet. Give it back!" He tried to grab the cash away from her.
"Hah finders keepers, you dropped the money and didn't pick it up." she ran away from him. "I risked my life for it so losers weepers." she shoved his face away with her hand.
"GIVE IT BACK" he yelled at her while they entered a street and another group of people were about to walk by them.
"Noooo I'm not giving it back." she kept telling him.
"You grabbed it so I'll do the same."
"You wanna take my money?" Jenny yelled with the crowd now behind them.
"You bet, I'll scream for help!"
"Go ahead! See who the real thief is!" she yelled while looking at the bystanders. "He's hitting his wife! He forced me to become a prostitute!" Jenny started to fake cry "Now he even wants to take the money from his family!"
The crowd started chattering "Wow what a dick."
"He should be jailed."
"Asshole!"
Drake finally spoke up after the false accusations "Fine, bitch! I'll get even with you later!" he shouted at Jenny and ran away.
"Call the police!" she yelled while she and the other random people pointed at him. She stuck her tongue at him out of spite then smiled while she counted money right in front of a newspaper stand. She then noticed one of the papers with a picture of Carson on it.
She picked the paper up and read the front page "CEO of American Airlines suspected of committing suicide" the headline read. "He died from falling off the Merle Norman building." She sighed and headed back to the shop.
Meanwhile, Drake was able to get out of sight of the bystanders. He found his way back to the car to see Lia leaning against it. "Someone did a great job showing off for the girls." joked Lia.
"Ya think?" asked Drake.
"No. Cause you're still ugly and have the personality of a cactus. Now get in the fucking car, you made me quit relaxing." said Lia, getting into the car.
Drake sighed and got in. "They are gonna be on the cruise. So is Shawn. What do you think is gonna happen?"
"Hopefully a happy ending. But.. knowing you, probably you killing yourself" replied Lia.
Drake looked out the window, as Lia drove past the shop one more time. "Nah… I can't kill what I lost a long time ago…"
The next evening. 6pm. Port of Los Angeles. BloxCruise Terminal.
"So this is the cruise? Like the Titanic? What if we'll sink?" A worried Abby put her hands over her mouth.
"Chill, this is one of the best ships ever built." Jenny said "Plus, all the bad things happen in the Bermuda Triangle anyway."
Meanwhile, the AA staff are chilling at the dining room, questioning if the food is actually fresh this time. The last few times a cruise was hosted, there has been a food poisoning crisis.
"I'll have a lobster bisque, please." said Korey to a waiter.
"Coming right up sir!" they responded. A little while later, a bowl is placed in front of him. A creamy thick red delight swirled under pieces of lobster and mint leaves on top. Only.. there has some suspicious black spots on it. And it's not the pepper.
"Um. I think the fuck not you trickass bitch." Korey snapped at the waiter.
"Excuse me?" The waiter scowled at Korey.
"Korey stop." Dylan put a hand on his shoulder "We all know our food is better anyway." he muttered.
"Attention! Attention!" Jason loudly tapped a wine glass with a fork. Everyone stopped what they were doing. "I know that Carson's death was quick and undeserved. He was such a strong person through and through, from character, personality and presence. I met Carson through a startup convention, which was also the same date as my birthday. He bought me a Volkswagen Jetta that same day after we bonded over jailing up blacks. Little did I know that a tire would pop on a curb three days later." He looked up to the ceiling "I'm so sorry Carson, I love you bro." Everyone else widened their eyes.
"Huh." Jaden said. "Thought he's a total homophobe."
"I think it's just bro love, my dude." Andy replied.
"And I know that right now, he's buying a used bus in the UK in the great heavens with Berry after totalling his day old 1996 vintage Mustang because his parents cut him off, again." he stopped his eulogy. "Alright no more sadness, continue what you were doing, and have a great night." He tapped on his glass again, shattering it. He looked at the ground then walked away from the stage. One person clapped.
Now onto the dance floor..
"Yooooo! What up my party people! I'm DJ Drake, your new captain on this trip. Like you all I miss our boy Carson. He was a kind person, made American a great airline again. But tonight, there won't be no tears. Carson wouldn't want that. Tonight we gonna celebrate our main man, and hopefully we won't see no tears at the funeral in a couple days. Just amazing memories of our main man!"
*Crowd cheers* "CARSON! CARSON! CARSON!" the crowd yells
Drake shut off the lights. The crowd roared and the beat for "The Motto" by Drake blairs and the disco lights turn on.
Drake watched the crowd jump. He felt the beat as his mixes through Drake songs. He saw guys and girls chattin, one big red headed guy got a drink thrown in his face. Drake is loving it. Then… he sees her. 'Oh shit. She's here' he thought.
"Jenny, he's got this place poppin', go to talk to him" said Abby.
"Come on girl, he's into." said Katherine. "Here shoot this" she said offering a shot to Jenny.
"No. He's a fuckboy. I don't need a guy like him or your liquor." said Jenny with a huff.
"Oh my god, you need to lighten up. You never take interest in any guys. Just try one night with him. Have some fun girl. I mean, he did just pay you…. Even if you stole his dough." said Cleo nudging her on.
"No. I mean just look at him. He even has a fuckboy cut." said Jenny looking over at Drake. Then, she noticed something. He stopped mixing. He was talking to someone.
"Wait… isn't that the guy from yesterday?" asked Abby.
"What the hell. It is? I wasn't suspicious he was a DJ. But, that guy and him are chatting like nothing.. I'm gonna find out what's up." said Jenny, leaving her friends to get closer to the stage. She watched Drake's expressions from happy and fun to serious. Then the song ended and the lights came on.
"I hope yall are having fun. But I don't think y'all partying hard enough" said Drake, causing the crowd to boo. "We gonna have a quick intermission, yall better to run to the bars before they become packed and be fucked up when I get back!"
The crowd cheered and quickly ran to the bars throughout the boat. Drake and Shawn walked down from the booth, behind a curtain. Jenny snuck her way through the mob and followed them.
Behind the stage..
Andy took a break from all the bullshit that's been going on from the last 48 hours. He was sitting in a stall and thought to himself. The best way to contemplate life is when taking a shit. There's no way Carson would've wanted to kill himself. Suddenly, he heard footsteps of two men walking into the washroom.
"Stop infringing on my territory bitch" said Shawn angrily.
"I'm just picking up the slack from your shitty dealings" said Drake.
"Shitty dealings? You mean making a real profit, like you? You take some off the top of the top too. Don't deny it. You're also taking some of my top" replied Shawn.
"No, I'm just making the boss his money to fuck up those AA bitches" said Drake.
"Oh yea? Well if we look here" said Shawn, pulling a book out of his back. Andy was eavesdropping their conversation while peeking through the cracks at the door.
Shawn opened the book and showed it to Drake. "See this?" he tapped on the cover "It's Jason's bankbook." he flipped some pages "It shows who owes us shit, their interest, the purchases that he secretly made with some of their bitches, some of their assets–"
Andy slammed the stall door open with a blink of an eye. "FREEZE FAGGOTS" he yelled.
Drake was already at the door. Shawn threw the book at him right before Andy pushed him to the ground and held him by his knees. He, an open carry user, shoved a barrel into Shawn's face with one hand, while skyping the other staff in a dire emergency.
qndy: some sketchy shit's been going on, a guy with a black and gold OVO shirt has a metallic blue and yellow book
canadianspirit1: and?
qndy: the guy has our shit
Andy pressed Shawn's head down with the barrel, then released him "I'll deal with you later." he said. He then ran out of the men's washroom and chased Drake, slowly catching up to him to the bow.
At that point, multiple AA staff were right behind him too; Jared and Andrew (canadianspirit1) joined Andy with the pursuit. Drake nearly tripped over a chair but managed to run around it. Meanwhile, Jenny saw Drake running right past her but he didn't see her. She slowly followed as the others were chasing him. As Jenny ran to a corner, she saw him secretly putting the book in a nearby trashcan and running away. Andy, Jared, and another guy finally surrounded him not long after.
"Stop!" Andy yelled.
"What's up." Drake casually said to him.
"You have something that we want."
"Oh? If I do then go ahead and search me. You won't find anything." Drake smirked. He then saw Jenny about twenty feet away behind Andy, taking the booking from the trashcan and walking away.
After Jared and Andrew shoved their hands into Drake's small pockets and coming out with nothing. Drake said again "Told you won't find anything. And stop touching my balls."
"Well, you may not have anything on you, but you're hiding something in your head. Finish your DJ set so the passengers don't get suspicious, and then you're coming with us" said Andy sternly. "Jared, Andrew, you stand below his booth, taze him if he tries to run."
Back on the dance floor
'She took my book. She's gonna expose me. I'm so fucked…' thought Drake. He walked up to the DJ booth, shut off the lights in the place, and turned the spotlight back on himself. "Hey, hey partiers, how we feeling? Fucked up I hope!"
The crowd cheered.
Drake looked down to see Jared and Andrew staring at him hands on their tasers. "Well, I guess now that everyone is fucked up, let's get some lower inhibitions to work. Let's get some Hotlines Blingin!" Drake turns on the pink ambient lighting and turns the beat on. The crowd roars as the lyrics begin to blasts. 'You use to call me on my…"
"Drake… a groupie wants to talk to ya. Should I let her up?" asked a security guard.
"Sure" said Drake. 'Might as well try to get lucky before I'm fucked' he thought, then went back to mixing.
"So… you're a DJ?" said Jenny, smirking.
Drake recognized the voice and was about to flip. "Where is it" he demanded coldly.
"My girls have it. And I know you're fucked if you don't have it" said Jenny with a smirk and got closer to Drake.
"What do you want for it. I'll give you anything. Money?..Sex?" said Drake with a cocky grin, getting closer to Jenny as well. Just inches from her face.
"Like I said…" said Jenny as leaned closer to Drake's face then smile and stopped. "I don't want an illegal in this country or in me. Here's my number. We'll talk later" she said with a grin before turned around and walking away. "Byyyyyeeeee"
Man… She's good, thought Drake. He turned to see the crowd staring at him. "Ayyyy Drake about to get some later!" yelled a voice from the crowd. Everyone started cheering.
"Now, now, everyone chill" chuckled Drake to the crowd. "If you got your Hotline Blinging, put your hands up!" he yelled.
The crowd cheers. Everyone except for the big red headed guy had their hands up. "Good! Now if you wanna impress your new friend tonight, show 'em how it's done. Let's all get One Dance tonight!" he yelled. The dance floor lights up as the lyrics begin to pound. "Baaaaaabbbbyyyy, I like your style.."
The next day at the AA HQ..
"We heard you took our planes, money and are trying to take us down" said Jared.
"Where are they? What's your plan!" Andrew yelled.
"For the last time, I don't own them. And even for the last time I ain't got a plan" Drake replied to them.
"You better cooperate with us or you'll never be able to walk again." Andrew said with his hand pounding his fist.
"You mean you better cooperate with me. Why the fuck am still I here? I ain't got shit and I've told you that for the last hour bitch." said Drake.
Andy walked into the interrogation room "Guys, I got this." Andrew and Jared left. Andy walked closer to Drake.
"You're Brandon, right?" Andy asked him. "But you use Drake as a nickname."
Brandon rolled his eyes. Andy continued, "You just seemed too sketchy as fuck to be a DJ so you actually work with Shawn as a broker."
"Uh no. We don't work together but we do the same thing." Drake replied
"Yeah that's not helping you. But nice to know you made bank recently." Andy retorted.
"Thanks for the compliment." Drake flatly said.
"So, did Shawn give you the book? Don't fucking say no 'cause he confessed to it at yesterday's cruise. And this plan to take down AA, what was it" said Andy, looking Drake straight in the eye.
"Are you fucking stupid? I can tell we're both half Mexican, but you can take your cholo lookin' ass out of my business. I'm clean. And that plan was to take money from employees of American who won't pay up. It's not a crime to take back money that belongs to you." said Drake, looking straight back into Andy's eyes.
"Really? I worked hard on those fucking planes and I need them back into the right hands, aka mine." Drake scratched his ears and smiled. "Hey, I already know you. You used to be a frequent passenger at AA, yet all you did was hit on every female passenger and made 'back of the bus' jokes at the economy passengers during the flights. I would've blacklisted your ass the very first time."
"Okay? Why mention that? I haven't changed one bit." Drake continued "I don't have the shit, I don't give a shit, but I'm sure as hell they'd be useful for something. If I had your planes they'd be in Saudi Arabia by now and I'd be a millionaire but no. I'm hustlin' to make money and if you turn me in then I'll tell the world American allows employees to do illegal booking on the job."
Andy froze. He knew there was illegal dealing in AA, but couldn't stop it. He worked hard to try to rid it but couldn't. He knew if word got out about it, AA would be in serious shit with the feds. And with Carson gone, AA was already in rough shit.
"That's what I thought, can I go now?"said Drake. Andy stared into Drake's eyes and knew he was telling the truth. Drake had nothing to do with Carson's death, or fucking up American. He nodded to Drake. Drake got and walked to the door, leaving Andy in disdain. "By the way, it's funny how American is run by Brits now. See ya at the funeral tomorrow..." said Drake as he walked out. After he got outside, he received a text from Jenny:
irrelevant: Hey, if you want the book back, meet me in Vegas after Carson's funeral tomorrow.
Usctrojan18: how tf did u get my number?
irrelevant: Uh… you gave it to me….
Usctrojan18: oh yea...
Usctrojan18: so… someone can't keep me off their mind :3
irrelevant: Whatever. Meet me at the Mandarin Bar. 8pm.
Usctrojan18: Fancy… I wonder where you got that kind of money
Irrelevant: ;), See ya there
Usctrojan18: U 2.
Drake called an uber and started walking away from the building. He looked back at the HQ and sighed. 'I'm sorry bro. Fight On…' he thought. Drake deleted the text messages and went home.
Authors' notes: Sorry for the wait. It took a while for us to figure out what to do with the whole story. More people are coming. It's only chapter 2, so chill. Thanks for reading! -Brenny
