<strong>Name:</strong>Riley "Rip" Thompson (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14909092#msg14909092)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Baggy jeans, open short sleeve tommy bahama-esque shirt, without the need to wear sunglasses to see it, fly ass sneakers<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>Bringing his baby girl out for fun (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4e/73/92/4e739218ccd83da7ec38826c41289adf.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Zee night!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside, then inside the party<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Getting his hustle on before he gets the party started!<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Family friendly!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://nation.com.pk/digital_images/medium/2017-03-21/drake-breaks-ed-sheeran-s-young-record-on-spotify-1490118298-4185.jpg)</div><br/>Race wars...without a crew. He was fucking nuts. He knew it, but it didn't matter. He didn't have a support team, didn't have much in the way or spare parts, or a chance in hell. Didn't matter. When he showed up on the street, he didn't have any of that stuff there, either, but there was something...imposing about Race Wars. Like next level shit, imposing, but he couldn't think about it for long or he'd lose his nerve. He told his boss he needed some time off, and nearly got his ass chewed off, but he impressed the importance of the time. Family obligations...real grey and real sad. Nobody liked sad, because it made them uncomfortable to have to be empathetic when they don't want to be.<br/><br/>So time off it was, but there was going to be hell to pay when he got back. If he could land a few new investors while he was gone, it could go a long way to helping him stay in his boss' good graces. This was actually why he was chilling out  outside the warehouse with a couple of guys who seemed like they had money to burn, and was giving them the gospel according to Rip. "Guys, guys, guys! Listen! No seriously, check this...we do this. We do it because it's who we are, and what we do, word?" The guys nodded, one of them passed the weed to another, but he had their attention<br/><br/>"Now, listen...nobody likes to think about the shit, but whatchoo gonna do with all that paper you tryin ta chase? Huh? Bitches, bud, and upgrades, right?" They all laughed and nodded "That's right, brah, that's dat shit!" one of them said before he took a long pull of the bud. "And ain't nothing wrong with that, man. Nothing at all, but yo check it...you got family? A mom...baby momma...kid? Hell, even a grandma somewhere you can still feel beating yo ass when she just look at you?" They all laughed at that. Grandmothers are notorious ass beaters. "Then you gotta try to look out for them. Yo, straight up, cross mah heart, I hope you all die old as hell getting yo dick pummeled to death from some phat ass stripper, but sometimes the man upstairs has got other plans, word?"<br/><br/>And on he went. How setting up an account can make their money work for them, and how if some shit went down they could leave that money to the ones they care about. Phone numbers were shared, and the weed was still passed around. Provided they all got through Race Wars intact, he'd make sure he gave them a call to chase down the lead. It was possible that they wouldn't pan out, but sometimes you just never knew. People had a way of surprising you, and family...family was big where they all were from. Peoples...familia...however you wanted to call it, no sane person who looked at the big scary thing called 'the future' ever came out the same. And sometimes a glimpse was all you needed.<br/><br/>"Now that I've talked your ears off, I'll leave ya'll be. Thanks for your time, and the bomb ass weed, man!" With a series of hand-shaking hugs, he rolled up to the door with his arms out "Let's get dis shit starteeeeed!"<br/>