“Gon’ take a look. Get whatever piece of steel you want, homegirl.” Hittah told her as he took a step back. While Scrappy busied herself pulling out different guns and aiming them across the room, he dipped his hand inside of the waste basket at the far corner of the bedroom. He came back up with an empty Mountain Dew can which he used to dump the ashes of his joint inside of. The rest of the time he watched Scrappy test out the guns inside of the bag, while continuing to smoke and dump ashes. “You fuckin’ with that one?” he asked her of the long, chrome shotgun with the pistol grip she pointed at imaginary targets around the bedroom. The satisfaction written across her face told him that she wanted the powerful weapon she held in her grasp.
“Yeah. I like this one.” Scrappy lowered the sh
