Mr. AP visits HIS lounge

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The lounge doors open and in walks Mr. AP, dressed in his finest suit, followed by his childhood friend Tayshaun, also dressed in a suit. They both smoothly walk over toward the bar. Mr. AP points at the bartender.

Mr. AP: Homie, I got nothin but love for you, but... ya gotta go. There ain't no flavor up in this place. My boy Tayshaun's takin your place. Get to steppin.

The bartender, thoroughly confused, hesitates.

Mr. AP: What you want me to say, homie?! You're fired! Downsized! Axed!

AP motions for the bartender to go, and he reluctantly clocks out and leaves. AP then motions for Tayshaun to assume his post at the bar. Mr. AP moves toward the bar and leans across from Tayshaun.

Mr. AP: Check it, homie! We runnin this thing! Lemme get a little bit of that gin and juice you used to throw down back in the hood.

Tayshaun, still getting acquainted with the bar, goes to look for what he needs. Mr. AP stands up and turns to the others in the lounge.

Mr. AP: Hey yall! Mr. AP's in the house and he's runnin this thing! We gonna get this thing off and poppin! If yall wanna come in here, yall better be ready to party 24-7, cuz that's what's gonna be goin down up in here! Yall feel me?

The patrons look at Mr. AP, then at each other, shrugging in indifference. Tayshaun sets AP's drink down on the bar. AP reaches for it and takes a drink, giving an approving nod to Tayshaun.

Mr. AP: Aight, aight. So yall don't like me. Yall just wanna drink. Whatever. It's all good. Cuz, unlike yall, I ain't no hater! So that's why we gonna christen this place nice and proper! And we're gonna do that by throwin down the most ballin, straight up sickest after party known to man -- directly following the upcoming GX pay per view! Now, I KNOW yall feelin me on that!

The patrons, still visibly put off by Mr. AP, but intrigued by a party, let out a few restrained cheers of approval.

Mr. AP: Tayshaun, let's get this place straight twisted, aight?! Hit that music!

Tayshaun pulls his ipod out of his pocket and goes to the stereo system. He turns off the current music and docks the ipod. Lil Jon's "Get Outta Yer Mind" starts reverberating through the lounge. AP starts nodding his head to the beat.

Mr. AP: That's what I'm talkin about, homie! Couple more changes, and it's alllll gonna be good up in this hood! Respect THAT!

Tayshaun, smiling, nods in approval. AP then furrows his brow a little as he leans against the bar, taking another sip of his drink.

Mr. AP: Now we just gotta name this joint...

[Black Spirit]

ooc: Nice post. This will be used of the start of the next season. Remember to get me a picture and a new name for the place.