What the fuck? I knew we were having a Memorial Day sale today, but that couldn’t be the cause of that crowd. With all the chicks waiting to get in, it looked like a fucking boy band was inside. When I pulled around to the back of the building, I saw Marcus’s black Chevelle parked in my spot. Now, it all made sense. Marcus must have been spotted, and he was now trapped inside, signing autographs. Well, it’ll definitely help sales. After parking my Jetta, I folded out of my seat and went to make my way inside when I heard a familiar voice. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?” I turned around and smiled when I saw Dre and Dank approaching from the other side of the street. “Looks like Marcus made an appearance,” I told them as we gave each other our usual greeting of slapping hands and raising our chins. “Well, shit. We just came by to get some wax, but after seeing that line, I think I might have to stick around for a while,” Dre said, giving me his wicked grin. Personality-wise, Dre was like my twin.
