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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 21:38:31 GMT -5
Wayne sighed, "Alright, homie. I gotta go," he smiled, smacking his brother's ass on the way out. "Take the other transport HOME Trey." he said to his brother who waved him off with a curse and a grumble.
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Drake snorted. "What, says who?" he asked, frowning. "Don't you have your own transport?"
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 21:41:28 GMT -5
"I do. But your baby mama told me I'm supposed to come to dinner tonight," he waggled his eyebrows. "He called the set and asked for you but I saw him and waved and then he said I should come over because I'm awesome like that. So instead of hurting your little mama's feeling I said yerp yerp and here I is." He winked.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 21:45:12 GMT -5
"Please speak as if you have some grasp of proper language..." Drake said in exasperation. "It's fuckin' annoying, kid." he frowned as Wayne pulled up in a freshly painted transport
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 21:46:01 GMT -5
Garret just shrugged and slid in the back. "What's up, hot mama? This is a smoooth ride your in."
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 21:47:45 GMT -5
Wayne blinked in confusion. Drake just sighed. "He said 'Hey, I like your car.'" he translated.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 21:49:07 GMT -5
"Yerp, yerp. Junk is aces on the real," he did some weird hand gesture and settled back for the ride. "Man, I hope your wifey know how to cook. I'm starving!"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 21:50:35 GMT -5
Wayne looked in the rearview mirror, "Do you speak English?" he asked, shaking his head.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 21:55:38 GMT -5
"I can speak whatever you want me too, gorgeous," he told him with a grin.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 21:58:26 GMT -5
Drake growled. "Keep the eyes in, kid."
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 21:59:16 GMT -5
"What? I bet Aida is somebodies kid too. That didn't stop your from getting up in his grill." Garrett said quite reasonably.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 22:01:45 GMT -5
"That was different. I didn't annoy his father to death." Drake growled.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 22:03:00 GMT -5
Garrett smiled widely, with teeth. "You aint dead yet. And besides, you secretly enjoy my annoyance. So ha!"
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 22:06:56 GMT -5
Wayne snorted, shaking his head while Drake just looked even more annoyed. "You are mistaked." he said, shaking his head.
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Post by ode on May 10, 2011 22:08:26 GMT -5
Garrett ignored them both and instead started playing drums on his thighs.
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Post by praiseofblood on May 10, 2011 22:11:47 GMT -5
Wayne sighed as he pulled into the large driveway. He slid out of the transport with his father, heading for the door.
"You stay at the shop with Rick?" Drake asked.
"Yeah. I helped him with it today." Wayne said, looking down at his greasy self.
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