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     “aight, aight! we know that nerves are up, ‘cause we back. first time in a long time, and we know that folks been talkin’!” taking a look around the familiar faces of his players, the man nodded in appreciation, a grin beginning to spread on his features. “y’all been through a lot and worked y’all asses off to get back to doin’ what we love.” with his clipboard in hand, he spread his arms out, doing a dramatic effort to silence the room. “aye y’all hear that? those people out there for you. this only the beginning of a long ass journey, but we ready for it. ion give a damn what that board says at the end of the night. i just want y’all to go out there and give your all.” GIANNI nodded inward, signaling for everyone to bring it in. “’cause who are we!?” 

DESTINY was already awake and alert when she got the message about the social worker coming. after getting both babies dressed she placed them back into their crib. making her way into the living room she looked around for things to cover the dent in the wall. she didn’t have plans on getting questioned about it at all.

It took BRYLEIGH a humble twenty minutes along with a few near car accidents— due to her slight buzz and uncontrollable tears—to get to the hospital that ZAIRE was at, but she successfully made it there in one piece. Finding a parking spot near the entrance of the emergency wing of the hospital, she hurried out of her CLA-CLASS MERCEDES BENZ and rushed into the building, heading straight for the receptionist desk. “W-where is he? Zaire Stone, where is he at? I have to see him, that’s my fucking best friend. Is he okay? Is he alive? H-he’s going to be okay, right?—” she forced out, her words coming out jumbled as she ran her fingers through her tresses frantically as she nearly screamed at the startled woman sitting before her. A tall, caucasian security guard appeared behind her, threatening to kick her out of the hospital if she didn’t lower her voice. “I don’t care! I need to see him! Where the hell is he? W-what do you mean, I can’t go back there?! I know what’s going on with him, if you’d just let me see him I could—” realizing that her words meant nothing to the helpless strangers surrounding her, she slammed her fist onto the receptionist desk frustratedly before releasing a soft huff. “Just let me know when it’s okay to go see him, or when a doctor can come tell me what the fuck is going on,” she spoke in a much softer tone, accepting the fact that she wouldn’t be one of the first faces he saw when he woke up. Pushing past the officer, BRYLEIGH trudged towards the waiting area before plopping down into an empty seat, viciously tapping her foot against the tile floor as her mind filled itself with endless possibilities as to how the male ended up in this position— knowing the true answer was lying in the back of her mind.

As soon as he entered the restaurant where he would now be earning coins for the remainder of the school year at, Hugo adjusted the visor that sat on top of his head proceeded to greet his manager that stood in front of the cashier’s counter. Being that he’d already received his work tee prior to his start day he went ahead and clocked into the register after meeting his manager, taking it upon himself to begin a rainstorm of questions towards a coworker who’d been there much longer than him after he’d introduced himself to her. “W'sup, shorty? I’m Hugo, I saw your manager was mad busy so I came over to ask you a few things instead, ‘aight? Coo’. 'Aight so what time we get off, how long is our break and when is it, and can we eat the orders we get wrong? 'Cause a nigga kinda fat and I hate seein’ food get wasted.” Ending his series of questions, his brow arched curiously awaiting an answer from the female who tended to seasoning the tomato sauce before reverting his focus towards him with a forced smile as she flashed the answers at him. “Today? You get off 7:45, but tomorrow and for the rest of the week? 8:30, you may have to stay over for certain things or if you lose track of time. Your break? Thirty minutes and yours is in the next hour. And no, nigga. You can’t do that shit, you cute tho’ so maybe I’ll make you a pizza so you can take home tonight, daddy..” Hugo hit his Chrissy Teigen awkward expression as he slowly turned to take lessons from some other person, his body clenching up once he felt a smack on his backside as he paced over to another individual. “Ay’ man, get shorty 'cause already wildin’ and I dead just got here, I ain’t tryna have no work bae.”