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In the lively club, An ocean of bodies dance on a glass floor. A slower, heavy beat plays over the speakers. Summer lifts her arms and spins around to face Lavon, completing her dance. Lavon is lost in her eyes. Summer lowers her arms around His neck.

Lavon: Soon, after tonight, everything will change.

Summer: I always thought you were special. From the moment we met, I saw that spark in your eyes.

Lavon: I was destined for greatness, babe.

Across the room, Javis scoffs at the two. After a minute of dancing together, Lavon slides his hands over Summer's Butt.
She reacts with surprise, then eases into the feeling with a smile.

Summer: Lavon!

Lavon: Yeah?

Summer: ... (smiles) Enjoying yourself tonight?

Lavon: With you... Always, baby.

Javis scowls, He tosses down his drink.

Javis: (to himself) Triflin'... What's wrong with you Lavon...?

Blitz grips his microphone and climbs off stage. He's greeted by a couple of his friends. He sees one standing in a corner leaning against a wall.

Blitz: OH Shit!!! YO, Boozie!!! You made it!

Boozie: (arms folded, looks over at him and cocks his head up at him.) Yo, nigga.

They fist bump. Blitz notices Boozie, wearing a dark blue denim button shirt and jeans, looking uncomfortable and irritated in the extreme. He shifts and flinches as his eyes dart around the club.

Blitz: I aint thank you wuz gonna make it nigga. (cock head) ...You a'ight, nigga?

Boozie: (cracks knuckles. creaks neck. ) I'm fine nigga! I look like somethin' wrong?

Blitz: NAAAAW! You just look...

Boozie: (licks lips) I aint comfortable wit' all dis. All dez fuckin' people... (pounds wall) ... Ain't a real nigga in dis joint! (Looks at Blitz) Nigga, I thought you said dis bitch wuz supposed to be hot. Nothin' but punk ass niggas and sof' mutha fukas up in dis bitch. I need... (pauses)

Blitz: Nigga, dis my coming out party, nigga! Imma blow up after dis! We don't need ganstas in here. Well... cept' you dude.

Boozie's eyes are locked on something across the room. He is frozen with squinted eyes and tensed muscles.

Blitz: ...And anyway... (looks at Boozie.)
...The fuck you lookin' at?

Boozie: (cocks head) Who dat?

Blitz: (turns) Who?

Boozie: Over deah, dancin'.

Blitz: Nigga. E'REBODY DANCIN'!!!(yoke)

Boozie grabs Blitz by the collar, swings him around like a ragdoll and slams him into the wall.

Boozie: NIGGA!! That one in da shorts!!

Across the room, Summer snaps her fingers to the beat of the music as her arms rest around Lavon's neck. The two press their foreheads together as they sway to the beat.

Blitz: Oh, dat's some chick came here wit' Lavon, my producer. I don't know who she is.

Boozie: Bitch fine as fuck, dat's what she is nigga. (looks hard.) Mmmmmmm, thick fuckin' bitch, phat ass, pretty fuckin' ho'... (licks lips) ... Dat bitch can get it nigga!

Blitz: (losens himself from Boozies grip and adjusts his cltohes) ... She is fine. I don't know what 'Von gonna do wit' dat, though. He gotta wife an' shit.

Boozie: I don't care what dat nigga got. He 'bout ta lose a date tonight. Or he 'bout ta get a swoll lip. DAMN!!! Dat ho fine!! (Boozie grabs his pants where his substantial package bulges.) I'm bout ta get all up in dat!!

As Lavon's hands run across her buns Summer flexes her buttocks causing the round muscular glutes to run up and down and against one another. Boozie grits his teeth hard.

Boozie: GAAAAARRRGH!!!! Damn!! I gotta get up in that ass!!!

Blitz: (laughs) She all up in him, dawg. She aint gonna see yo' ass! You need to relax an' shit, dawg. Find yo' self another chick-

Boozie: Shut da fuck up, nigga! I need release. Dat ass is callin' me. I think I need to dance. (licks lips)

Blitz: ...Nigga... You can't dance.

Boozie: (looks hard at Blitz) I said," I think I need... to... dance."

Eyes locked on the intimate couple, Boozie rubs his hands together, licks his lips and makes his way to the floor.

Description
In the lively club, An ocean of bodies dance on a glass floor. A slower, heavy beat plays over the speakers. Summer lifts her arms and spins around to face Lavon, completing her dance. Lavon is lost in her eyes. Summer lowers her arms around His neck.

Lavon: Soon, after tonight, everything will change.

Summer: I always thought you were special. From the moment we met, I saw that spark in your eyes.

Lavon: I was destined for greatness, babe.

Across the room, Javis scoffs at the two. After a minute of dancing together, Lavon slides his hands over Summer's Butt.
She reacts with surprise, then eases into the feeling with a smile.

Summer: Lavon!

Lavon: Yeah?

Summer: ... (smiles) Enjoying yourself tonight?

Lavon: With you... Always, baby.

Javis scowls, He tosses down his drink.

Javis: (to himself) Triflin'... What's wrong with you Lavon...?

Blitz grips his microphone and climbs off stage. He's greeted by a couple of his friends. He sees one standing in a corner leaning against a wall.

Blitz: OH Shit!!! YO, Boozie!!! You made it!

Boozie: (arms folded, looks over at him and cocks his head up at him.) Yo, nigga.

They fist bump. Blitz notices Boozie, wearing a dark blue denim button shirt and jeans, looking uncomfortable and irritated in the extreme. He shifts and flinches as his eyes dart around the club.

Blitz: I aint thank you wuz gonna make it nigga. (cock head) ...You a'ight, nigga?

Boozie: (cracks knuckles. creaks neck. ) I'm fine nigga! I look like somethin' wrong?

Blitz: NAAAAW! You just look...

Boozie: (licks lips) I aint comfortable wit' all dis. All dez fuckin' people... (pounds wall) ... Ain't a real nigga in dis joint! (Looks at Blitz) Nigga, I thought you said dis bitch wuz supposed to be hot. Nothin' but punk ass niggas and sof' mutha fukas up in dis bitch. I need... (pauses)

Blitz: Nigga, dis my coming out party, nigga! Imma blow up after dis! We don't need ganstas in here. Well... cept' you dude.

Boozie's eyes are locked on something across the room. He is frozen with squinted eyes and tensed muscles.

Blitz: ...And anyway... (looks at Boozie.)
...The fuck you lookin' at?

Boozie: (cocks head) Who dat?

Blitz: (turns) Who?

Boozie: Over deah, dancin'.

Blitz: Nigga. E'REBODY DANCIN'!!!(yoke)

Boozie grabs Blitz by the collar, swings him around like a ragdoll and slams him into the wall.

Boozie: NIGGA!! That one in da shorts!!

Across the room, Summer snaps her fingers to the beat of the music as her arms rest around Lavon's neck. The two press their foreheads together as they sway to the beat.

Blitz: Oh, dat's some chick came here wit' Lavon, my producer. I don't know who she is.

Boozie: Bitch fine as fuck, dat's what she is nigga. (looks hard.) Mmmmmmm, thick fuckin' bitch, phat ass, pretty fuckin' ho'... (licks lips) ... Dat bitch can get it nigga!

Blitz: (losens himself from Boozies grip and adjusts his cltohes) ... She is fine. I don't know what 'Von gonna do wit' dat, though. He gotta wife an' shit.

Boozie: I don't care what dat nigga got. He 'bout ta lose a date tonight. Or he 'bout ta get a swoll lip. DAMN!!! Dat ho fine!! (Boozie grabs his pants where his substantial package bulges.) I'm bout ta get all up in dat!!

As Lavon's hands run across her buns Summer flexes her buttocks causing the round muscular glutes to run up and down and against one another. Boozie grits his teeth hard.

Boozie: GAAAAARRRGH!!!! Damn!! I gotta get up in that ass!!!

Blitz: (laughs) She all up in him, dawg. She aint gonna see yo' ass! You need to relax an' shit, dawg. Find yo' self another chick-

Boozie: Shut da fuck up, nigga! I need release. Dat ass is callin' me. I think I need to dance. (licks lips)

Blitz: ...Nigga... You can't dance.

Boozie: (looks hard at Blitz) I said," I think I need... to... dance."

Eyes locked on the intimate couple, Boozie rubs his hands together, licks his lips and makes his way to the floor.