THE CAR GLIDES THROUGH the night streets. Music plays in the background. Eschewal slows the car down as he approaches a roundabout and indicates to go right.
"Nah, blood, take the left," says Deuce. "I'm hungry, blood. What aren't you hungry?"
"Yeah, I'm kind of hungry still," says Eschewal as he stirs the car left and moves down the road towards an all-night fast-food take-away.
Deuce flicks his fingers towards Eschewal and says, "Oi, bruv, did you get that chick's number?"
Eschewal plays the fool. "Which chick?"
"The chick back at the bar, man. The fit ugly, ting."
Eschewal kisses his teeth and then replies, "She ain't ugly. Why you hating for? Don't hate. The girl is abstract, man."
Deuce rolls his eyes. "Forget about that, the bitch is ugly, man, but she's rarseclart fit. She's fit till I feel sick. Did you get the number, then?"
Eschewal pulls the car to the kerb in front of the take-away. His player dialogue rolls out, "Course, man, I don't ramp, you know."
He picks his phone up off the dash and flicks through his contact numbers to check if he has stored the number.
Deuce asks, "What's her name?"
"She calls herself Peachy."
"Is that her real name?"
"That's what she said, gee." Eschewal throws the phone back on the dash, not realizing what is about to happen to him.
Deuce dips into his pocket. "Ah, bruv, listen, I'm tired, you know. I beg you get the food for me, please."
Eschewal nods and takes Deuce's money. He jumps out of the car.
Deuce picks up Eschewal's phone. He plans to take Peachy from Eschewal because she glanced at him back at the bar. At that moment, seeing the lust in her eyes, he knows she will be his. Smiling, he steals her number.
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