The girl walks inside a room in the back, I follow her, my feet giving off a light clack. The joint smelt like matches and smoke, and dirty clothes. Piles of junk covers the floor. There before me, sat eight...all in a hazy trance.

"What the fuck you want?" The girl spins around as the rest of them glance.

"You gonna want to answer her question." The dark haired, green eyed boy spoke.

"This ain't funny, how the hell did he find us??!"

"Relax Amber, he ain't on shit." The boy assures her, but Amber stays watching me. "So, what do you want?" He goes on.

"I need some help..."

"You funny as hell!" one obnoxious boy, with a fade, mocks, "like we gonna get all friendly with you and shit, foe."

I look around the room, pretty embarrassed. "I...umm." My eyes run over their faces. What am I thinking?....Maybe I should go? But my mouths form the words: "So, I'm looking for-"

"Get the fuck on with it, what you want a brick or something?" The boy pokes at me again...I don't like this kid.

The emerald gaze of the dark haired boy eyes me, staying cool, despite not wanting my company. His stare goes deep as if he knows what I'm thinking. He lips go huffing. "I run a club, this morning two of my bouncers got caught up with some trouble. I'm looking to replace them."

"So...you wanna give us jobs? The kids you pitted are now good enough?"

"Obviously, I don't have many choices... If you can fight I'll pay ya."

"How much we talking?" A dread head boy, side eyes the bitter one. "Were nit passing up money."

"Come on, y'all can't be serious, this guy talked shit and now he needs us for his benefit." The obnoxious one says with an upside down grin.

"Please shut the fuck up Rocco, yo ass annoying!" Amber snaps. "We're gonna listen to what he has to say, especially if he's employing."

"You'll get three hundred a week if it works out." I shake away their debate.

The rude boy peers around at his mates, a few think on the offer. "So...you want us to fight people?"

"No, I'm not looking for people to fight, just to keep clubbers in check, but if it comes to that...yeah."

"Well, we'll decide on it, you can go now."

I rile up at his disrespect. "This is a gesture of help...to keep y'all off the streets and bullets out your asses, it's not a dictatorship on your end. Take it or leave it. I mean, how long can y'all stay here, in a fucking crackhouse?"

"Oh, like you got all the answers to life, yo ass ain't better off, Mr. Wise Guy."

"I never said I was better off, that's your own thinking."

The guy blows me off; flashing a middle finger, that holds a blazing blunt. This causes my body to create a vicious, jolting, throb. "You should know how to use a door, you just turn the knob."