Lisa pulled on Minor’s arm, and he bent down so she could speak in his ear.
Minor straightened, and with one fist clenched, he made his way through the crowd, pushing people to either side, and then stepped onto the stage.
Oh boy.
Time for Minor to show what he’s good for against the crowd, while… the girls pull the teenager out of there during the racket?
The insults hurled his way were impossible to make out over the noise of the music and the larger crowd. He ignored them as he stepped behind the girl, caught her around the waist, and then threw her over one shoulder. She screamed.
…that works too, I guess. I suppose the crowd isn’t quite as eager to attack a guy like Minor?
“I’m buying this one!” he hollered, “Whoever brought her, here’s your fucking money!”
Huh. Well, I suppose that might work.
He revealed what was in his clenched fist – money and pills. The sugar pills Lisa had brought? He cast them into the crowd, and in that instant, the exhibition was over.
Huh. The “whoever brought her” might not be happy, but this should have the added effect of pleasing the crowd as they scramble for the scattered money and “drugs”.
The crowd tore into one another, fighting over what had fallen onto their heads and shoulders, or drifted past them onto the ground. The other women backed into the clothing store.
Just look how pleased this crowd is!
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