“Mannnnn,” Logic stressed. “You got me about to pull up on all these muthafuckas.” He couldn’t imagine his sisters going through some shit like that. Everyone in Tyler’s life had failed her, including her mother.
“Logic.” Tyler turned to him. “I know you probably feel like you need to save me, but you don’t. I’m good.” She touched his hand. “Shit a little rocky right now, but I'll bounce back. You need to focus on you and your career. You’re just getting started and making your way through the industry is going to be a battle all by itself. I don’t need you fighting mine too.”
“I hear you,” Logic lied. “We’re at our first stop.”
Looking out the window, Tyler frowned at the two big machine guns on the front of the building.
“A gun range?” she skeptically questioned.
“They have a shooting range, but I booked something a little different for us.”
“Oh god.” Tyler side-eyed him as he cut the truck off.
Like always, Tyler flipped down the mirror, checked her makeup, and reapplied her lip gloss. By the time she was donewith her second coat, Logic was pulling her door open with a big bag in his hand.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” Tyler held her hand out and allowed him to help her out of the truck. “So what are we about to do?”
“Well, shit been kinda hectic for me as of late and I needed to blow off some steam. This is a rage room.”
“A what?”
“A room where we can break some shit. Smash some TVs, throw shit against the wall, use a hammer and fuck up some lamps, coffee tables, and whatever else that’s breakable in that bitch.”
“Ummm, this is a lil different.”
“Different is good.” Logic grabbed her hand, leading her into the building.
“Welcome to Smash, how can I help you?” the clerk asked.
“What up doe,” Logic greeted. “I booked a rage room under Lo.”
“Okkkkk,” the clerk hummed, typing on the computer. “It looks like you booked the Platinum package-
“Platinum package?” Tyler interrupted. “Oh, you got moneeey,” she teased, tapping her index finger and thumb. “Let me find out.”
“Chill.” Logic chuckled at her theatrical antics.
“Your package comes with full gear, bats, sledgehammers, and a couple of axes. Did you bring steel-toe shoes?”
“Yea.” Logic held up the bag.
“Great. There’s a shared locker room through the double doors. After you sign these waivers, you are free to go.”
“Waiver?” Tyler twisted her lips. “So that means if I cut off my toe I can’t sue yall?”
“That’s exactly what that means.” The clerk chuckled lightly.
“It’s ok, I’ll sue big baller over here since he wanna be destructive.”
“Girl, bring yo ass on.” Logic popped her on the butt with the clipboard.
Stepping to the side, Tyler filled out her form with a fake name and handed it back to the clerk. Peeking over Logic’s shoulder, she zoomed in on his government name and burst out laughing.
“Lionel?” she screeched. “Your real name is Lionel.” She reached for the clipboard.
“Aye, move.” He held his arm over her head.
