Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4995321-20161031235352/@comment-4059927-20161129045740

Malcolm turned as C-Money moved swiftly up to him, pointing his finger into Malcolm's chest. "You motherfucker." He hissed, his eyes were primal.

"Clayton.." Malcolm tried to ease the situation, C-Money grabbed Malcolm by his sweater vest and thrusted him into the stone wall. Just as quickly as that had transpired Jocks had materialized around them.

"Is there a problem here, Malcolm?" One Jock asked.

"It's all well gents." Malcolm used his hands to put the pensive Jocks at ease.

C-Money had his hands dug into Malcolm's vest, clenched in a tugging motion. Soon Nicole came made her way over.

"Clayton, let him go." She pleaded, her nerves were rattled as she looked at the Jocks around them.