Jon Leuer approached Marcus Morris with a bit more swagger than was normal for him. “‘Sup, Marcus. I got an offer you can’t refuse.”
Marcus raised an eyebrow. “I bet I can refuse if it’s you who’s offering it.”
Disregarding the subtle insult, Jon pressed forward. “I’m extending an official offer for you to be the third member of the Leu Crew.”
“What the heck is a ‘Leu Crew’?” Marcus asked. “Is that like your posse?”
“Exactly. It’s a posse led by yours truly,” Jon replied, drawing up his shoulders and pointing at his chest. “You can be the third member.”
“Who’s the second member? Your mom?” Marcus asked, laughing.
“No. It’s Darrun. He’s out in my ride waiting for me to get done here. We’re going to roll around town causing trouble and picking up chicks ’cause that’s what the Leu Crew does.” Jon crossed his arms and bent his knees slightly to show how much of a thug he was. “You down or not? I understand if you’re too much of a bitch to roll with hard dudes like us.”
“I’ll pass,” Marcus said. “I think you watched to many gangster rap music videos, I think is what happened here.”
Jon shook his head. “You think wrongly. I’ve been thug life my whole life. Now I’m fittin’ to hit the block, see what’s happenin’.”
“Now you’re quoting GTA San Andreas,” Marcus pointed out. “Maybe you should lay off the video games for a while.”
“LEU CREW OUT,” Jon Leuer announced abruptly, turning away from his teammate. “When our first album drops, you’re going to be begging for a guest appearance, I guarantee that.”
“Oh, so now there’s an album, too?” Marcus asked, but Jon had already walked out the door of the locker room.
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“Leu Crew for life,” Jon yelled happily as he frolicked in the ball pit and Chuck E. Cheese’s. “This was the best idea ever, Darrun.” He picked up a colored plastic ball and chucked it at the other member of the posse. “But at some point we really should go try to pick up some bitches or Marcus will make fun of me.”