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know what I’m talkin’ about! I’ve been about fuckin’ that nigga since back in the day. I would have had action, too, if I wouldn’t have done the goofy and started fucking with that whack-ass nigga Clarence. That’s back when Taz was sociable. Ever since he . . . oh, never mind, bitch! What did I tell you? Here he comes now!”
    At that moment, Paquita was right. Taz and Keno stood in the entranceway of the club and took a good look around until their eyes locked with Bo-Pete’s and Wild Bill’s, who were standing to their left. Then they let their eyes roam some more until they locked eyes with Red and Bob, who were posted up on the right side of the club. Then, Taz did exactly what Paquita said he would. He stepped to the bar and held up two fingers. Winky, the bartender, quickly poured Taz a double shot of XO into a brandy snifter and passed it to him. Taz sipped his drink and gave Winky a slight nod of his head.
    Keno unzipped his chinchilla and smiled at a few ladies who were standing close to them.
    Taz noticed how everybody was taking peeks their way, and he shook his head. These broke mothafuckas are always hating. Look at all these soft-ass niggas! I swear, I don’t know why I keep coming to this lame-ass spot, he said to himself as he took another sip of his drink.
    As if reading Taz’s mind, Keno said, “Don’t trip, my nigga. This may not be your scene, but for us, it is what it is. You straight? ’Cause I’m about to do me.”
    â€œYeah, I’m good. Go on, ‘Floss King’! Do you!”
    Keno smiled as he took a quick look at his Presidential Rolex and said, “Yep, it’s about that time.”
    As if they had been standing right by Taz and Keno and heard their conversation, Bo-Pete and Wild Bill went to the back bar and got themselves a drink, and Red and Bob had stopped a waitress and had her bring them both some Rémy Martin.
    Bob’s bald head was sweaty, so he wiped himself with a napkin. His decision to wear all black gave him a sinister look. His dark clothing and dark-skinned complexion made a few females around them a little nervous. But what really made Bob stand out was the knot on his forehead. It stood out about four inches and was an oval shape. People in the know knew never to play with Bob about his knot. But Taz and the crew clowned him about it all of the time. He was the same height as Bo-Pete, Taz, and Keno, but he was the wildest one out of the crew. Once that liquor got into him, he was going to start acting up. Red knew this, so he said, “Don’t get too faded tonight, dog. I really don’t feel like carrying your ass outta here.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong, big boy? All those muscles and you worried about picking up your homeboy?”
    â€œIt ain’t that, fool. That shit’s embarrassing. Just don’t over fucking do it,” said Red as he lit up a Black & Mild cigar.
    Red was the biggest in the crew. He stood between six-two and six-three, and he was the only light-skinned member. He kept his hair long and braided in tight French braids going toward the back of his head. To say he was muscular like Taz, Bo-Pete, and the rest of the crew would be an understatement. He was fucking huge! He could easily pass for Mr. Universe or some shit. He had muscles popping out of everywhere. His laid-back demeanor shocked those who got to know him, because you would swear he was one of those cocky, conceited niggas. Actually, he was the coolest member of the crew . . . except when he became angry. Then, watch out, ’cause all hell would break loose when that happened.
    Back by the front bar, Taz stood and watched as Keno did his thing on the dance floor with a cute little female.
    Keno, at five-eleven, was Taz’s heart. No one knew Taz better, and Taz loved him like a brother. But for the life of him, Taz just couldn’t figure out why Keno loved to floss so damn much. Yeah,