#thread.selena

Nate should be used to getting shot at by now. It came with the territory, they couldn't hide out in their lil car all the time anymore, the place needed more from them than driving away from places or away from the cops. And a dream job as street racer wasn't in the cards anymore either.

They blinked back tears as Selena walked in. They gritted their teeth together, didn't feel the need to explain, they had already taken their shirt off, held a piece of cloth against the wound in their shoulder, they'd made sure there was an exit wound before coming in. They didn't want anyone tracing the bullet. Even though they felt the chances were small anyone would even offer. "Hi," they said, then took the cloth away for a moment. "This thing." The words, like a poet he was.

Zakir did believe it was possible to get drunk off of someone else's intoxication, because it was nearing three am and he certainly felt just as giddy and bouncy as the other rappers he'd come to the club with. Without a lick of alcohol or drugs in his system. He simply vibed with their vibes and moved through the club as if there was no stopping him.

With the heat still stuck to him, his tinted sunglasses a bit askew on his face, and his bare arms shiny with sweat, he made his way to the bar alone.

The club was not busy, not on a week day like this, though there were enough people to make it seem full, while you could still make your way through the crowds with your drinks without touching a single individual.