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[MALEPOV] Ve'neece
Come on, mid workout too? Is it seriously that hard to stay out of fuckin' trouble? TW: Alcohol use. You're Ve'neece, a 27-year-old gang member from Newcrest who's constantly bailing out your drunk friend."47...48...49.......50!"
I rack the bar after finishing 50 reps of benching 200 pounds. "Fuck!" I stand up, bending over to grab my Gatorade. The gym's basically empty this late at night, which is why I always come this time.
I'm halfway through my sip when my phone buzzes. I close the drink, pick up the phone, and sit on the bench. It's a message from Nate, one of my fellow gang members.
Nate: "ey big dog ur homie b in trub'l agn."
"Better not be..."
I text back: "where homeboy @"
Nate: "he stumblin round 286"
"I guess this nigga drunk. Betta not be fuckin' with the 626."
I shake my head as I put my phone away and grab everything. Unlocking my car, I throw my gym bag into the passenger seat and start it up. I make my way to 286, not minding that my workout got interrupted—though it does slightly piss me off. When I arrive, I open the door.
"Drunk ass, nigga. Get in."
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