The party is over but the night isn't.
Everyone is parting ways, kicking it outside the club, looking for someone to get into, grabbing a bite or leaving with someone.
Maddox and Big Man are dropping Linda off home.
Maddox: What's good? What's it looking like?
Linda pulls a wallet out of her purse and laughs.
Linda: Dude was so drunk and high off his self he didn't even realize his wallet is missing. What do we have here? Let's see...
Name: Michael Thompson
Address: 0909 State Street
Hackensack, New Jersey 10731
Credit Card, credit card, more credit cards, A picture of 2 little girls. That's about it
Big man: Good! Let me get that i.d and throw the rest of that shit away.
Linda: Got you.
Bonnie said they were going to a hotel
Just to throw him off. Once she gets to the location of the hotel she'll text me.
Maddox: Cool, let's hope this shit don't take all day. I have shit to do.
Big Man: What's up with his man's
Linda: They ain't about nothing. He's the fish. Even though some were fronting it was obvious he was the one paying for everything. Them niggas just wanted to holla at bitches, take pictures popping champange. One nigga had some fake hollow ass cubans. Can't get his jewelry wet type of nigga. I was not wasting my time with them niggas.
They laughed and joked about a series of events that took place through out the night.
Linda: She just texted me. She's at the yotel. Put the address in your gps.
Big Man: Copy. What is it?
Linda: 570 10th Avenue
Maddox: I know where that's at. We out.
