Short stories!

Acity, E and Y

Gangs have become easier and easier to make. Usually, someone superior (or just holding a gun) can invite others (someone trust worthy) with the same opinions as you and keep injecting them with fear until they're scared too oppose you.

Three leaders of big gangs have gathered together. They weren't enemies, since they were all best friends before they started their gangs.

The Euphoria Gang, lead by Y (they don't use names), is mainly about drugs. They sell drugs, claim land, and kill those who don't pay when buying drugs. They like to make deals with drugged or intoxicated people, and then force them to follow up with it later. Y, their leader, is a blonde guy. He dyes his hair different colors and often cross-dresses just to lure in more people and more money. Euphoria is a pretty merciless and sly gang, so not many people associate with it.

The PT gang is mainly about prostitution. PT stands for Pleasure Thinking, which was thought of by the gang leader himself. The gang leader is E, and he often hires women who are poor or desperate. He makes sure the women are comfortable though, because he doesn't like treating his workers poorly. Usually, E lets his girls roam the street and sell their bodies, or they can make a deal and have the person owe the girl later. Most money from the girls go to E, who spends it on bills and the girl's expenses. The leftovers are free for the girls to use.

The Avarice gang is all about money. They lend money to the poor, wait until they get rich, and then steal all their money. That's how the Avarice gang works. Most of the time, they make deals under other names so no one can tell if it's the Avarice or not. They also only get desperate people. If the victims of the Avarice gang don't make a lot of money, the gang will continue to steal from the family until it feels satisfied. The gang is lead by Rapacity, which is what the gang leader calls himself. Other gangs just call him R, Rapa, or Acity. No one but E and Y have seen his face, as he wears a pig mask.

E enters their decided meeting place, which was the small cabin Y owned on the beach. The white door creaks as he walks in, then house looking fairly maintained. The opened door revealed white floorboards with a light blue carpet, and a small white circular table with pastel pink table sat in the middle of the room. There was a counter separating the kitchen from the living room, and behind the counter stood Y.
Y wore a pink button-down shirt, tucked into high waisted, skinny jean, black pants. His light blue hair matched the whole setup of his cabin and his outfit. He grins when he notices E walking in, a strawberry in between his pink painted nails.

"Hey babe. Don't track sand in; leave your shoes by the door, if you want," Y suggests, biting the strawberry.

E rolls his eyes, but takes off his shoes, "Don't call me that. How long have you had this cabin for?" E asks, taking a seat at the table.

"A while. I used to use it for drugs, but it looks really cute so I decided to clean up," Y explains, turning his back to E and continuing whatever he was cooking. Y is feminine in a bunch of ways, but no one's really sure if it's because of his job or just who he is. E and Rapa know it's because of the way he is. Y has a thin and curvy body shape normally, and because of it female clothes fit him better than male ones. His voice also isn't as deep as it should be for his age, and he can play off a girl really well.

E hums, looking around the small house, "I kinda expected Rapa to come first," E admits, sitting cross legged in his chair.

"Yeah, I expected you to be late. Pleasantly surprised," Y grins, pouring whatever he was mixing into a pan and then pressing a button on the dark blue speaker. Instantly, music blares.
A stranger would've probably expected Y to play something classical or cutesy, and E knew he wouldn't, but E was not prepared for the beat drop.
The music definitely didn't fit the cutesy girly atmosphere of Y's cabin, but Y swayed his hips to the music anyway.