Pfft Trash

iKamal: [MANI!!!!!]
Tsaaq: ((Hola.))
ChurchAeki: (YO YO)
ChurchAeki: (We were waiting for you guys to get on :P)
Tsaaq: ((Ohhhh.))
ChurchAeki: (lol started taking sexy pictures in the mean time, but okay RP time)
iKamal: [XD ]
iKamal: [you two post ill be bk
Tsaaq: ((Kay.))
ChurchAeki: Greg would look in the rear view mirror back towards Charles who was on his phone texting a potential client; he was suppose to be off but Charles always found time to do a bit of work in a drive. "Soooo." Greg says as he caught Charles attention. "Yeah yeah I know, no work...but this could be a big signing for us." Charles says before putting his phone away and sighs leaning his head back against back of the seat. "You going to see, Kamisha with her fine ass today?" Greg says as he  grins, Charles could see the grin and kicks the back of his chair. "I told your perverted ass to stop thinking about my woman like that. Don't make me do something you'll regret Greg, I'm serious man keep your damn eyes off her, or you'll lose those bitches." Greg would bow out. "Ight man, shit I was only playing, you know this...." Charles would huff before sighing again. "I might see her, I made her cry the other night...told her I'd marry her one day and she broke down in tears..." Flashing back to that day made him smirk and grab his crotch for a moment as he shifted himself in his pants. "Oh? you see yourself settling down, I mean...why you can have any bitch." Greg said before pulling over to the curb in front of the Cafe. Charles looked out the window and shrugs to the question before answering. " Maybe, but I think I love her. I don't know what I feel, but I do know I want to keep her for sure man." Greg chuckles. "I've heard it before Big C, what makes this one different?" Looking from the window Charles looked to Greg threw the rear view mirror. "She is a fighter...." He simply says before getting out the car, leaving Greg to honk the horn and pull off down the street.
iKamal: [im kind of here im working on dinner]
iKamal: [kind of im baking cookies XD]
ChurchAeki: lol
ChurchAeki: (need something to drink brb)
Tsaaq: She was sitting in her hearse, parked right in front of the cafe and hot boxing in the front seat because she didn't care. Libi brought her lighter to the bowl of her bong and inhaled deeply. She exhaled the smoke slowly and looked in her rearveiw mirror, the whites of her eyes glazing into red as she continued to take rips from her bong. Libi began to cough loudly. She slammed her hand on her chest and grumbled. "Fuuuck." She whispered, seeing Charles getting out of a car behind her. "Ah. Moneybags." She smirked slouched in her seat then forced herself out of the vehicle, going to lean on her hearse as she looked down at her phone.
Tsaaq: ((tyt.))
ChurchAeki: (bk with ice cream :D)
Tsaaq: ((Wb!))
iKamal: Kam had been with her grandmother for the day. She sat in the brand-new car her grandmother helped her pick out. It wasn’t actually brand new it was a used car from a lot that her grandmother went to church with. “ Kamisha Reanne I am telling you child that boy is no good for you. You think fancy things means he loves you. I heard what he did. Everyone at church was talkin about it.” Kam’s grandmother Carol was a very reglious woman and she knew everything about everyone in downtown. She was one of those old  gossip women. “Mammie you can’t go by what people say. People will say anything about anyone.” She focused on the road as she spoke. “So you telling me he didn’t hit you. Kamisha look me in the eye and tell me that boy didn’t hit you.” Kam sighed. “Mammie I’m driving I can’t look at you. We had a small argument yes but no he didn’t hit me.” She lied to her mammie she hated lying to mammie.” That’s not what ruth’s grandson said. He said he was at that ala baba restaurant and he heard banging and you storm out with a hand print on your face.” Kam stopped infront of the old apartment complex she grew up in.”Mammie he isn’t hitting me. Ruth’s grandson doesn’t know what he is talking about.” Mammie huffed.” He ain’t no good Kamisha I’m telling you child. You think new hair and nails and car is love but it ain’t baby.” Kam frowned and hugged her mammie.” I know I know.” She let her grandmother out and Kam drove off. She sighed and figured some coffee would be nice. She made her way to the café and pulled up in her little red kia forte. She parked it and cut the engine and made her way out.