Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170616015553/@comment-5385060-20170627002715

Josh shoved his hands in his pockets. "So, we better go get Leroy then. I know of only two of his hangouts. One of them is real close. If he isn't at either, we'll probably have to ask Russell. And by ask, I mean pay."

He walked around the boys' dorm building to near the dumpster. No need to go anywhere else. There was a tall black kid with a buzzcut sat on a upturned trash can reading an advance history text book. He had his feet up on a box. Despite being a townie, he showed no patroitism to them. His t-shirt was grey and black over a long sleeved black one, with camoflage combat trousers.

"Leroy?" said Josh.

Leroy looked up from the book. "What do you want?"

"Help. Some preps picked a fight, we need your help with that. They might be waiting for us in the dorm."

Leroy closed the book. Stood up. "Alright. Five bucks."

"You don't charge me when Milo's here," Josh pointed out.

"Well, Milo ain't here, and I spend too much time keeping my scholarship to work. So five bucks, or fuck off," said Leroy.