After visiting Babyface's mother in the prison the pair would be walking off the experience down the familiar streets they'd come to know as their home as of late when they noticed a crowd gathered around a particular club near where their car was normally parked. It was just up the road actually from where he'd told Black Arts to keep a look out for them. He told him to simply text when he arrived. He hadn't gotten any such text.
That said there was a humongous RV taking up space. It would look like a tour bus that rock stars would travel in, all black, with no name or identifiers on the side. It was very imposing among the regular cars and traffic. He wondered if some celeb was in town.
That also said his ear started to pick up a familiar tune from inside that dive. It wasn't like they were staying on the streets of anywhere nice any celebs would seemingly be.
"Is that?" He looked at Ellie and turned his head back to walk towards the door of the place. "Woody's tune?" Sorry, but coming from Nola and hearing 'You got a Friend in Me' anywhere out of town would of course catch his ear even if it was some dope drunk doing karaoke.
When he stepped in the doorway to take a look however, it wasn't just some dope. It was his dope. It was Black Arts Beagle. His assistant was in the crowd cheering him on. He'd rallied the whole crowd and had them going gaining the whole street in a sing-a-long. What the fuck? They'd just gotten into town and found a way to entertain themselves while Babyface wasn't answering his phone. It was on silent while they were in the prison. He was up there taking requests believe it or not.
