The next day, CJ woke up. He thought about what Ryder told him, and while he wasn't above committing numerous crimes, he wasn't so sure if he would go so far to breaking into other people's houses to steal their material. Plus, there wasn't really much he wanted to even steal anyway.
CJ got out of bed, picked his preferred clothes, went into the bathroom to take a shower, and got dressed in a green flannel shirt over baggy brown khaki pants and green Chuck sneakers.
CJ headed to the door and grabbed his bicycle inside the garage and pedaled all the way to Idlewood. As he made it to Big Smoke's house, he hopped off the bike and ran to the front porch.
CJ knocked on Big Smoke's door and waited a few seconds for him to answer. He then heard noises from the side of the house and walked over the side to see Sweet and Big Smoke walking from the back door having a conversation.
"Yeah, you know Jeffrey's been somebody's bitch for the past three weeks, right?" Sweet told Big Smoke.
"I know!" Smoke agreed.
CJ watched as Sweet and Big Smoke walked up to the front. CJ noticed them both and vice-versa.
"Hey," CJ greeted the two.
"Hey, CJ!" Big Smoke greeted back.
"Hey, what's up, CJ?" Sweet added.
"Whassup?" CJ replied.
"Whassup, man?" Big Smoke told him. "Wanna go to prison?"
"What?" CJ asked.
Sweet just chuckled at Big Smoke's joke. "Nah... To pick up Jeffrey," Sweet replied. "He's touching down today. You wanna roll?"
"Yeah, for sure," CJ agreed stepping off the porch. "What's Jeffrey doing locked up, anyway?"
"We'll talk about that later, man," Big Smoke told him. "Let's roll, we're late."
The three entered Smoke's Glendale, with CJ taking the wheel, and drove away to the police station.
"Good to hang with you, brother," Sweet told CJ. "I'm sorry I can get a little tense."
"Don't worry about it," CJ replied.
Big Smoke began to laugh. "Hey," he said. "It ain't Jeffrey no more, it's O-G-Loc!"
"O-G-Loc?" CJ asked.
"Oh yeah, he's a real gangsta now!" Sweet replied sarcastically.
CJ just scoffed. "I see," he muttered. "And what'd he do?"
"Anything he could get thrown in jail for," Big Smoke answered as CJ drove through Commerce road. "For his career. Joyriding, parking fines or some other bullshit!"
CJ finally made it through Pershing Square, where he parked right in front of the police station. Standing at the station was Jeffrey, who was posing as if he was a hardcore thug ready to fight someone at the boxing ring.
CJ, Sweet, and Big Smoke all scoffed at Jeffrey's pathetic attempt to represent the gangster life of the three gangsters and Ryder.
"Hey, there that fool go," Big Smoke announced.
"Look at this fool, man..." CJ murmured shaking his head, "Perpetrating like he bangin'..."
"...Think he hard..." Big Smoke added.
CJ, Sweet, and Big Smoke exited the car. "...Man, I tell you..." CJ said.
"I know that fool can't be serious," Big Smoke said as Jeffrey grabbed his briefcase and walked up to the trio. He started to give CJ some dap.
"Hey, what's happening with you, Jeffrey?" CJ told him.
Suddenly, Jeffrey dropped his briefcase. "Hey, man," he protested. "It's OG Loc, homie - OG Loc!"
"My bad," CJ said. "How was it, though, homie?"
"Man, what you think?" Jeffrey replied. "How was it..."
Big Smoke then stepped to Jeffrey to separate him and CJ. "Hey, chill out, dude," Big Smoke told Jeffrey. "So what you want to do now?"
"Man, I gotta kill some cholo motherfucker," Jeffrey said. "He was dissin' me, man!"
"Hey Jeffrey," Big Smoke told him. "I thought you was going to, uh, college."
He and CJ laughed heartedly. "Man fuck you!" Jeffrey yelled. "Motherfucker done stole my rhymes. He's in East Flores. Hey, gimme a strap."
"Man, why don't you stall us out with that shit and get in the car, fool?!" Sweet told him guiding the other three to the Glendale.
CJ once again took the wheel and drove down the road. "What's your plan, big gangsta?" CJ asked Jeffrey. "Now you a free man and all."
"Man, I ain't free," Jeffrey complained. "My parole officer lined me up with a job!"
"Motherfucker always trying to keep a player down," Big Smoke added.
"You got that right!" Jeffrey replied. "Still, ain't so bad, I'm gonna be a 'hygiene technician'."
"Coming up in the world, huh?" Sweet told him.
"Just a stepping-stone to greatness," Jeffrey cheered.
CJ just continued driving down the street. He drove until he made it through the neighborhood of East Los Santos, where Jeffrey ordered CJ to stop in front of the house up front.
"Man, this is the spot!" Jeffrey stated.
"Ain't this a Vagos' 'hood?" CJ asked.
"Man, I don't give a shit," Jeffrey replied. "I'm gangsta!"
"C'mon," Big Smoke said. "Let's leave Loc to deal with Casanova."
"Hey, I'll stick with Jeff - I mean, Loc!" CJ replied.
"OK, cool," Sweet said. "I'll see you guys back on the set."
CJ hopped out of the car, and Big Smoke took the wheel and drove away. CJ was already strapped, so he was prepared. Although he didn't really like Jeffrey that much, the latter was still an associate of the gang, and since Jeffrey had absolutely no gangster rep, CJ had to protect him before he got shredded.
Jeffrey climbed up the steps to the house and stepped in front of the door.
"Freddy!" Jeffrey shouted banging on the front door. "I've come for you, you motherfucker!"
"Hey, Loc, hold up!" CJ called trailing after him. He made his way onto the steps as well.
"Jeffrey, you got the wrong idea, man," Freddy said in a squeaky voice from inside. "That was just a prison thing! I got plenty of muchachas on the outside, I don't need your scrawny ass!"
"Man, ignore him," Jeffrey told CJ looking through the window. "CJ, I don't know what he talking about. Hey, yo', gimme back my rhymes you thief, I'm gangsta!
"You dropped the soap, sugar," Freddy told him from inside. "I don't know nothing about any rhymes!"
CJ then stared back at Jeffrey, who apparently got raped while spending his hard time in prison. This definitely wasn't a guy who was gangster-material.
"Hey, hey!" Jeffrey cried out as he looked from the side of the house and saw Freddy, who appeared to be a Vago wearing a yellow bandana on his head, running out of his backyard hopping onto a motorbike. "Motherfucker's making a run for it!
As Freddy escaped, Jeffrey ran to another motorbike parked by the side and hopped on. CJ dashed after him.
"Hey Loc, get back here, nigga, you crazy!" CJ told him.
"Eh yo', back off me CJ!" Jeffrey cried. "I gotta protect my rep'!"
CJ reluctantly shoved Jeffrey out of the way and took the bike to ride while Jeffrey sat behind him prepared to shoot at Freddy, who continued riding through East Los Santos.
"Ooo! Chase me!" Freddy mocked as CJ continued riding after him. "Chase me!"
He rode through the alleyways while Jeffrey continued shooting at him over CJ's shoulder. Freddy finally made it on the other end of the street and raced downhill.
"C'mon, honey, I'm losing my patience!" he mocked Jeffrey, who continued shooting.
Because he was a wannabe, Jeffrey's accuracy was abysmal, and all he shot was air. Freddy continued riding through Los Flores while Jeffrey continued shooting as CJ dashed after Freddy.
"I like the fast ass, not the slow ass!" Freddy teased as he made a right turn to ride up the hill to the overpass and a lefy on the end of the street.
CJ continued chasing Freddy down the hill, and the latter made a right turn on Las Colinas.
"I thought you were keen, cute buns!" Freddy teased once again.
CJ continued chasing after Freddy while Jeffrey continued shooting while missing every shot.
"Catch me if you caaAAAaan!" Freddy called as he made his way onto the freeway.
Soon, the chase resumed on the freeway through Downtown Los Santos, and the cars were all moving around rapidly.
" Yoohoo! Over here!" Freddy called as he exited the freeway. "Coowee, Jeffrey! You know I love the thrill of the chase!"
CJ chased Freddy through the malls of Downtown Los Santos and through the skate park of Glen Park. CJ was feeling rather exasperated of the whole chase, and Freddy had already dashed through another freeway right before exited back to East Los Santos.
Ah great! CJ thought. I can't believe we went. To a huge circle. Bullshit!
"Hey baby, move those sweet cheeks!" Freddy teased as CJ continued to chase him. "Try to show a little bit more enthusiasm, darling!"
When Freddy finally reached the end of the steps of East Los Santos, he ran to the rest of his gang. (
"He's broken my heart!" Freddy complained.
"Get him, boys!" one of his friends shouted.
"Yo, I'm gonna kill that loud-mouthed motherfucker!" Jeffrey shouted running up to the gang. "Your ass is mine!"
Suddenly, Jeffrey ran back as the gang fired bullets at him "Oh, no no no!" Jeffrey pleaded. "I didn't mean it like that! CJ, help me out here!"
A reluctant CJ pulled out his tech nine and shot at each member, killing them one by one. When Jeffrey saw that they were all dead, he ran up to Freddy's corpse and pointed his weapon at him, as if he was the one who killed him. CJ slowly approached him.
"Don't you say a damn thing, CJ!" Jeffrey told him.
CJ just laughed at Jeffrey's pathetic attempt at portraying the thug persona. "Was you lonely, Loc?" CJ mocked. "Hey, I like a nice moustache myself!"
Jeffrey then lowered his pistol. "I keep it real, unlike you fake ass motherfuckers," Jeffrey complained.
"C'mon, gangsta," CJ told him. "Let's get back to the Grove."
"Nah, I can't," Jeffrey told him. "I gotta go and sign in for this damn job!"
"Whatever you want," CJ said. "You want a ride anyway?"
"Sure thing," Jeffrey agreed. "Let's roll. Hey, take me to the Burger Shot at Verona Beach."
"You're the boss," CJ told him as the two walked right back to the motorbike.
"Coz i'm keen," Jeffrey rhymed as he and CJ hopped onto the motorbike, "With the hygiene, On a mission, Like a super technician, baby."
"Get on with this shit man," CJ told him. "Look at you, all muscly and shit."
"Man, I got 17s on the hang," Jeffrey replied as CJ started to ride away.
"You coulda did that out here," CJ said.
"Because I did in the joint," Jeffrey told him. "It's real now."
"Yeah," CJ replied. "I guess it is, gangsta."
CJ knew that Jeffrey wouldn't last a day as a gangster, and he had no makings of a real OG. So a job at the Burger Shot was the better path for him at the moment. After a few minutes of riding through the city, CJ finally made it to Burger Shot.
CJ pulled up into the parking lot, and Jeffrey hopped off.
"Thanks for the ride, CJ," Jeffrey thanked. "Don't be a stranger, fool."
"Yeah, for sure," CJ replied. "I'll see you around."
"Like a quarter pound!" Jeffrey rhymed. "Later."
CJ watched as Jeffrey walked into the restaurant to file for the job. Jeffrey wanted to be known as OG Loc for now on, so CJ chose to call him that. He hoped that Loc didn't get chopped into pieces for trying to get into the gang life, as he has already lost two family members because of it. CJ just decided to ride away to explore the city.