Samw warnings apply to the first part, though random expect random bishounen cameos from here on out, hehe

Samw warnings apply to the first part, though expect random bishounen cameos from here on out, hehe.

G Boyz in Da Hood Part 2

By Kim

The lights were flashing and the dope beats of DJ TreyZ filled the club as the G Boyz made their entrance. Heero swaggered in, baggy Sean John leather jeans riding low enough to reveal black silk boxers. Duo was hanging on his arm, since he be Heero's bitch, and he looked his part, a pair of skintight leather pants and mesh shirt being his outfit. Behind them walked Trowa in a red vinyl Sisqo inspired pair of baggy pants and matching vest. Quatre in turn was on Trowa's arm, looking absolutely lovely in a silver vinyl halter necked 70s jumpsuit.

"Shit man, I hope we ain't late fo Cathy's show yo! I gots ta suppport ma sis," Trowa said, his comment intended for Heero, who refused to leave the house until his pants busted just enough sag and were insured of staying in that place all evening.

"Don't be given me none a dat shit T, ya knows I gots to be as slammin' as possible, I be rep'sentin' yo foo ass," Heero said as he looked about, taking in da hap'nin' scene. Fetish was packed, a multitude of beautiful bodies all moving to the hard driving R&B rhythms blaring from the THX worthy sound system. The G Boyz each sifted through the patrons of the club, searching for interesting examples of humanity. In other words, they were trawlin' for ass.

Behind the bar, Heero spotted Sally, wearing a long black skirt and a bandeau top, pouring drinks as only Sally Po could. Smirk in place, Heero headed in her direction. Duo watched Heero, or rather his ass, for a while, and then was lost in the crowd. Trowa made his way to the elevated platform in the front of the club, and Quatre went off in search of Duo, the braided boy always found the most delicious peeps.

"Hey Po, dis place be da shiznit yo," Heero said as he slid onto a stool. Sally turned to Heero as she twirled a bottle of Vodka, picked up a can of Colt 45, and tossed it to him while she finished making the screwdriver she was preparing.

"Yo Heero, glad you made. Damn, you be lookin' fly tonight. Any reason?"

"Nah, dis just be da way I am."

"Sure, well have fun, but if you blow dis place up, I will personally see to it you be sleepin' wit da fishes and sayin' hello to Solo, you here me?"

"Aight, aight! I gets it!"

"Good, now gets outta here, you be distractin me. Cathy's be comin' on any second."

As Sally said that, the lights dimmed and the music changed, to a familiar song to all the G Boyz. It was Catherine's working msuic. On the elevated platform where Trowa was faithfully parked beside, a pole rose in the center, and out of the darkness, Catherine appeared, wearing nothing but blood red hot pants, a matching bikini top, and elbow gloves. Cathy was an exotic dancer to the extreme, and her act incorporated knife throwing. As her act progressed, and she hung upside down from the pole, her long legs holding her in place as she flashed her knives and threw them into spots marked on the clubs walls, one wicked looking dagger held in her teeth, Trowa noticed a stranger standing next to him, enthralled with the goings on. He was definately hot, with short white hair, several ribbon scars on his face, and a eyepatch. His one good eye was an unusual amber colour, and it was trained on Cathy and her knives, unwavering. Trowa smirked, proud that his sister be puttin' on such a fine show. The song was winding down, and Catherine took her remaining knife, the dagger in her mouth, and hurled it straight at Trowa, who knew not to move, since Cathy's aim was always perfect, and there was a target just behind him. Needless to say he was shocked when it was caught by the man next to him. He was even more shocked when his sister, who watched the man lick her knife, jumped off the stage, and proceeded to shove her tongue down this sexy freak's throat. With a shake of his head, Trowa sauntered off, so see what his precious Quatre was up to.

TBC