Jay sat in front of his older brother's grave, placing a single red rose on top of the gravestone. He had a smile on his face as he looked at his brother's name. "Hey bro. I miss you man. You'd be proud of me." Jay said to the gravestone. He looked up at the sky and yawned. "I've been in the Razors for a few years now. I'm trying to keep your name alive y'know?" Jay added, standing up as he finished.
Jay looked around, noticing some people showing up. He definitely kept an eye out for Bombers while he looked. He crouched down at the grave and sniffled once, holding in a tear. He would never cry in front of people let alone out in public. Anyway...I miss you, hemano. Love you. Jay finished.
Jay planted a kiss on the gravestone, looking around to see if anyone saw. Not like he cared or anything. He walked to his car and got in and drove off.
Jay drove away from the graveyard, looking at the church from his rear view mirror. He shook his head slightly, a tear falling down his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, quite violently as well. He then opened his glove compartment as he approached a streetlight, the light red. He pulled out a cassette tape and popped it in his car. He played one of his favorite songs, turning the music up loud. People gave him looks and he looked back, giving a cocky smirk.
As he looked at his watch he set on the passenger's seat. He smiled deviously and looked up, noticing the light just turned green. "It's showtime." Jay said to himself. He reached up and pulled his sun visor, letting a baggie of marijuana drop into his lap.
Jay was going to meet someone up to sell weed too. The buyer was new, fresh meat to trick in Jay's eyes. He took a small whiff of the weed, turning it into a deep inhale. He smirked and stuffed it under his seat. He continued his drive to an alley.
Once Jay was in the alley, he waited on the buyer. Jay sat there for a while, not seeing anybody. He gripped his steering wheel in boredom, trying to see if he could leave an imprint on his leather steering wheel.
"I swear if he doesn't show up..." Jay said to himself, now playing with his switchblade. He looked around, not seeing any cars, any people, and police, or even any fellow Razors or rival Bombers. "Oh my GOD this dude is going to get hurt..." Jay mumbled to himself, setting his switchblade on the dashboard of his car.
Seconds turned to minutes. Then minutes turned to five, then ten, then eventually thirty. He impatiently tapped his finger on his steering wheel, turning his favorite song back on. This time the volume was low, not wanting to attract any unnecessary attention. Jay then leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes a bit in boredom. He wouldn't take a nap, however, knowing that would be dangerous.
After a full hour had passed, Jay got out his car. He paced back and forth. "I swear this guy is not gonna walk away without an ass kicking or somethin'...Que cabron..." Jay said to himself. He wasn't exactly fluent in Spanish, but understood it enough to know what was said to him. He didn't know how to respond all the time, though.
Jay got fed up with waiting, getting back in his car. He shook his head and turned his car on, driving off. "Puta madre!" Jay cursed to himself. He was pissed. So pissed that he felt like beating the guy that was a no show. He then drove to the Grotto, parking in the alley. He stayed put until he saw some of his fellow Razors.