They got deep on the convo then, and they went outside to the backyard to drink beer without the clamor of the buttnugget bullshit flowing from the speakers.
Then he brung her out to the car, passing through the living room and the speakers blaring out some spirit-sapping “rock”.
Thumper drove her home in silence.
He wanna put on some Fatback. That’s proper music, nigga. If you ain’t never listen to Fatback, go put it in the internet now. Hope yo’ booty don’t got plans, cuz it’s go’n be shaking and baking!