<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/De-4hXKUYAE-6el.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Demarco "Tiny" Benjamin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305639.msg14906898#msg14906898)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>  This (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/eb/b6/2a/ebb62aee2bdb9677f7e4fa9f821a4d1d.jpg)<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong> 1967 Mustang Hardtop Convertible Fastback (https://packlighter.com/BKrd/web-pats.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>  Race-Wars Eve(Rave Wars) | Night <br/><strong>Location:</strong>  Warehouse  &gt; Bonfire<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>  Putting his men in position &gt; Heading to the bonfire for some R&amp;R before the big day<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>  <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>  Trey, Nikki</span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The "B-Bois"(an awful name that they got after drawing random names from a bowl) had shown up a while earlier in a big black rig hauling their cars, and an RV to carry the crew, like so many people did. After claiming their spots on each floor of the warehouse, and outside, DeMarco assigned everyone to a location, with a job. Weed, Pills, 'Shrooms, etc... Even parts and other not completely legal things were for sale by members of Tiny's crew. They were still small, but they were already well known, which meant in a place like this, they planned on cleaning up. And with product direct from Miami that you couldn't get on the West Coast, they had an inside track against the local competition.<br/><br/> But this was Rave Wars, and one of the few times you could mix business with pleasure. So he had everybody in shifts, so they could party for a while, then make some money. It kept spirits high, and while they didn't make as much money as purely selling, they weren't exactly hurting either. After selling out of his goodie bag, so he was just walking around with an empty gucci bag, he decided to get some air. And smoke of course, but with so many people in the warehouse, he knew someone was going to try to jump in his solo session. And he wasn't ready to take anyone back to the bubble tent just yet. He found a bench outside and lit one of the pre-rolls he had in the tin in his pocket, only to put it right back out when his pocket buzzed at least twenty times in a row. <br/><br/>Then he pulled his phone out and started thumbing through the dozens of messages, dms, tweets; all of it. One in particular stood out, as it was from Mark McCarthy. He and Tiny did business with each other fairly often since he'd moved to LA, and they were pretty good friends. Plus the dude could drive. They'd done a few races together. It was asking if he was heading to the bonfire that Trey was going to also. It had coordinates on it, and at that moment, nothing could beat a good bonfire.<br/><br/> He texted him back saying he was definitely going, then headed to the RV and got out a half-pound bag that was vacuum-sealed. His goodie bag had all the supplies he needed now that he filled up on product, so he took that and a big bottle of Powerade out to his Mustang. It already had the off-road wheels, and was better for the terrain than his Nissan. Hopping in, he dropped the top and cranked the key. The beast roared to life before settling into a powerful idle. It took a few moments for the custom-built  HD panel to pop to life, but once it did, he tapped the GPS page and type in the coordinates. <br/><br/>The spot wasn't too far, but it was enough distance that he could enjoy the drive. Before he could leave, he saw a black 'Cuda backing out of Mark's trailer. He figured it was Trey, which meant they were going to the same place. He might as well follow him, and use the GPS as a secondary. Once he knew where he was going, he lit his blunt and punched the gas, kicking up sand behind him before tearing out toward the desert for some old school fun. As he was alone, DeMarco cranked his speakers to the max and let the music blast loudly into the empty sands around him. After a bit of time, he saw the fire jumping high into the sky, and the circle of cars parked around it.<br/><br/> He drove right on up, Ghostface &amp; RZA (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewrAEgI290Y) rumbling from his doors, trunk, and front. After he found a good spot to park up, he turned off the car and hopped out, taking his bag with him. His blunt was still lit and a little more than half(he rolled fat), and after taking one last big hit, he held it out while walking toward everyone gathered around. He held his breath for a few seconds, then blew out a half-dozen smoke rings. "Who hittin' next?"<br/></span>