“Nigga, I'm not cleaning your car.”
“I’ll do it,” Logic said aloud. “Go in the bathroom and take care of your business. Here.” He picked up the Dollar General bag. “It’s some leggings, a t-shirt, deodorant, and a toothbrush in there. My sisters got all that girly shit in the bathroom.”
“Where’s the bathroom?” Tyler snatched the bag.
“Say thank you.” Al jumped at her.
“I’m not saying thank you to a nigga that tied me up and kidnapped me.”
“Girl, ain’t nobody tie you up.”
“It’s my word against yall’s.” She waved him off. “Where is the bathroom in this, this…”
“It’s down the hall, bro.” Logic shook his head. “First door on the right.”
Clutching the bag to her chest, Tyler stomped down the short hall until she reached the bathroom. Instead of knocking, she twisted the knob only for it to be pulled open. In nothing but a towel, Sage laid eyes on the superstar and gasped. Before she could react, the towel around his waist slipped, exposing his lotion covered dick.
“Oh my god!” Tyler screamed, covering her eyes.
“What the fuck!” Sage covered himself. “I’m dreaming.” He closed his eyes. “I’m dreaming.”
“Lil nigga you not dreaming, you naked,” Al laughed. “Cover your nuts.”
“Move, bro.” Logic pinched the brim of his nose. “Do that shit in your room. Not the fucking bathroom and you better not be using my lotion.”
“I didn’t, I wasn’t,” he stuttered. “Am I dreaming?”
“Can you just move?” Tyler groaned, becoming impatient.
“I’m sorry,” Sage uttered. “I’m Sage, like the spice... wait, not like the spice. My sister's name is Spice,” he rambled.
“Nigga go in the room,” Al barked. “This girl don’t care about your name. All she needs to do is brush her teeth so she can clean out my whip.”
“I’m not cleaning shit,” Tyler said before pushing Sage’s naked ass out of her way. Slamming the door, she made sure to lock it before exhaling. “Fuck my life.”
On the outside of the door, Sage stood in the hallway, still in shock. He couldn’t believe Tyler was in his house, using his bathroom.
“Is this who was on the couch snoring?” he asked.
“I’m not answering shit until you put some clothes on,” Logic dismissed him.
“Oh right.” Sage headed to his room, giving them a full view of his ass.
“Nigga.” Al shook his head. “It gotta be Friday the 13tharound this bitch. You got Shugg and Spice posted at the door like security, this nigga chokin' his chicken on your good towels, and her high maintenance ass screaming you kidnapped her. The fuck is really going on?”
“Mannnn.” Logic ran his hands over his face. “Shit been crazy since I brought her ass in the house. I had to change herclothes and nigga...” he paused. “Thank the Lord I'm one of the good ones, because shorty ass so fucking perfect.”
“Great, a perverted kidnapper,” Tyler yelled out.
“Aye, cut the shower on,” Al hollered back. “Eavesdropping ass.”
“Boy, fuck you. These thin ass walls, you can’t help but hear.”
“Anyway.” Logic picked up a blunt off the coffee table. He lit the tip and deeply inhaled. “You hear anything?”
“Yea. My homegirl said Dex people was at the club all night trying to put shit together. When she went back this morning everybody was gone and it’s like nothing happened. The owner of the club wasn’t trying to get shut down, so they paid a pretty penny to make all that shit go away. I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but I think we need a plan. I’m cool with you playing captain-save-a-hoe, but I don’t want the shit coming back to bite us in the ass.”
“Everything already planned out.”
