In which Johnathan and Kentrell break Tyquian and make him walk out with a hunch back.
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Tyquain took another bite of his boneless honey barbecue wings that was drenched in ranch watching his two friends play the game as they cussed at each other loudly over who was cheating. In reality neither of the males knew how to play that well.
"Nah bitch ass nigga you cheatin',!" Johnathan yells standing up from the couch with his tongue sticked out as he tried to make another point. Kentrell smacked his lips shaking his head at the older man.
"Mane yo' ass don't know how to fuckin' play. I kno' what I'm doin',"
"Shut the fuck up." The dark skin man mumbles as he jumped when the ball was taken away from his players finger tips by Kentrell. "Oh no, Ima fuck you up!"
The younger smirks as Tyquain shook his head chewing on his chicken slowly before swallowing it with a sigh. He grabs his cup that had strawberry Fanta in it downing the tasty beverage before burping noisily.
"Y'all both can't play." He interrupts their yelling placing his cup back on the table. "Trash."
"You kno' what else is trash." Johnathan mumbles sitting back down before glancing at Tyquain. "Those little dicks in yo' head."
"Hahaha." Kentrell lets out a deep laugh shooting his ball in the basket as the younger male flicks them off with the roll of the eyes because he was tired of people talking about his hair and why would he do that to himself. If he liked it that's all that mattered. "Them tic tac ass teeth."
"See what y'all niggas not about to do it gang up on me." Tyquain points his finger at them before grabbing his phone that was ringing. "I haven't forgot about that baby ass gap Kentrell, and Johnathan yo' head shaped like a pt cruiser." He declines the call seeing it wasn't anyone important as Kentrell laughs louder.
"Fuck you nigga." The darker male laughs lightly showing the dimples engraved in both his cheeks while focusing on the wide flat screen. "I'll rather have my head shaped like a pt cruiser than to look like a fuckin' donkey!"
"Shit!" Kentrell wheezes jumping up from the couch releasing loud laughter into the air as he scores yet another point. "H-he said a-a f-fuckin' donkey!"
"I'll piss on you." Tyquain mugs the back of his head stabbing his fork into his boneless chicken obviously upset as Kentrell just laughs harder to the point where his stomach was cramping. "Dumb bitch."
"Okay Robert." The darker male waves him off smirking as Kentrell snickers sitting back down so he could whoop Johnathan's ass.
Tyquain rolls his eyes mumbling to himself before finishing his food off angrily and throwing his trash away in the trash can that was in the kitchen before joining his friends back in the living room. He watches with bored eyes at an angry Johnathan who was getting beat badly by Kentrell.
"You betta' give me my money after this shit. I just beat yo' ass." The brown skin man cackles standing up smiling seeing time narrowing down which meant the fourth quarter was about to end and the game would be over with. Johnathan throws the controller down when his friend scores a three pointer causing him to cheer loudly. "Ooh, and oneeeee!"
"Give me my fuckin' money, ahaha." Kentrell dances on one foot still smiling as Johnathan held his head in his hands trying to register what just happened as Tyquain snickers.
