Jahking Guillory as Kerazin & Dave East as Kazenosuke. Sorry for the wait y'all but Dave East is finally here!

☆ DESTINY ☆

"Seven of spades, man. Seven of spades."

Kiandre's homies Kerazin and Kazenosuke were head to head in a BlackJack battle, and they had been doing so for about ten minutes now.

It was winner stayed on and Kazenosuke had pretty much beaten everybody that was watching, but he was still kind of yet to beat Kerazin.

About twenty people were watching them at the moment. There were about fifteen guys and about five girls instead.

Kazenosuke had dropped the seven of spades down, and now he was impatiently waiting for Kerazin to make his next move.

Kerazin had way more cards than Kazenosuke did though, so hopefully Kazenosuke could have won the match but one couldn't have been too certain: Kerazin was pretty good at the game.

"Seven of spades?" Kerazin scoffed. "That all ya got? Pathetic, fam. Path-et-ic."

Kazenosuke just stared at him hard but he didn't say anything else.

Now usually, words had often said more than silence did.

But not for Kazenosuke.

Definitely not for Kazenosuke.

If Kazenosuke had stared at someone hard but he didn't actually say anything, then the person he was staring at knew very damn well that they had done something wrong.

Kerazin had realised after a few seconds that Kazenosuke was pretty much giving him a dirty look, but that guy didn't care.

He needed to win the game.

"Ay, ay, ay, check this out, check this out." Kerazin ordered everyone to do, getting his cards ready and putting them down.

Then he had started rapping for no reason.

I got an eight

"Mmmhm!"

I got a nine

"Ayeee!!"

I'm so dope I be bustin' out ma own rhymes

"You tell 'em, bro!"

I'm not done yet
I ain't finishin'

Ayeeee, my cards are diminishin'!

Everyone cheered when Kerazin had said that, only causing Kazenosuke to be even more annoyed than before as he had nonchalantly spat his cigarette out on the floor.

"Yo, Kazenosuke, can you beat that?" Terrence from before had asked, but Kazenosuke didn't say anything again.

This had inevitably worried Terrence to the point where he fully had to ask Kazenosuke the same question again, only causing the guy to tell him to shut up out of anger.

"I ain't got time for this, man, I'm kicking it up, old school style," Kazenosuke warned Kerazin, which had completely rained on his parade.

Luckily, Kerazin had finished off his cards on a 10 of spades, so Kazenosuke could have easily used one of his cards to defeat him, and he did.

"Blackjack."

"Ooh."

Then another one.

"Blackjack."

The crowd's oohs and aahs had gotten louder, with the dirty look Kazenosuke was currently giving Kerazin & vice versa getting dirtier each time.

Kazenosuke didn't stop there though.

He was on a roll, and ain't no stopping him now.

"Blackjack."

Screaming intensified again.

"And... blackjack."

The world exploded.

Not really, although the way that the crowd around them were shouting, one would have completely thought otherwise.

Seeing that, Kerazin had gotten beyond infuriated, because...

No way did the bozo just use Black Jack on him four times.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Black Jack was worth five cards, meaning that Kerazin now had to pick up twenty cards from the card deck.

No way was he having that.

He was fully protesting.

And he did.

"Ay, no fair, man, how the hell did he use Black Jack on me four times in a row?!" Kerazin ranted, standing up from his chair because he was really annoyed. "Double or nothin'!"

"Why? You a sore loser?" Kazenosuke asked the dude intelligently.

Kerazin didn't say anything for a while, just eyed him indignantly before sitting back down again.

"Yeah, sit back down, what you mean," Kazenosuke deadpanned, sorting out the cards again. "That's exactly what I thought."

"Whose stupid idea was it to play with 2 sets of cards anyway?" Kerazin demanded, folding his arms in anger.

"Yours, actually," Terrence reminded him in the far distance. "You played yourself, K. You set yourself up."

When Kerazin had stared him down hard, Terrence took that as an indication for the dude to shut up, and he listened to that.

Kazenosuke had pretty much won the watch between them, that was until he realised something.

"Hold up, hold up, hold up. You may have no cards now, but you can't finish the game on a power card. Plus you didn't say last card either. That's against the rules. You can't do that."

"You should know by now I don't play by no stupid rules," Kazenosuke hissed at him, banging his hand on the table in anger, with Kerazin and everyone else pretty much jumping in their seats (or standing up) due to how loud the dude was.

"Now pay me, else I'll shoot you."

And saying that, Kazenosuke had brought out the gun in his bag (goodness knew why he had that in there in the first place), pointing it at Kerazin.

No, Kerazin wasn't dead, although Kazenosuke had some intentions of shooting him if he hadn't played the guy £50 like he said he was going to.

£50 was equivalent to 62 dollars and 72 cents, as well as 55 euros and 73 cents. Kerazin had stupidly agreed to give Kazenosuke that much money if he had lost the match between them.

With the opposite thing happening if Kazenosuke had lost to him instead, which was highly unlikely but OK.

Kerazin had totally forgotten the fact that the loser
had to pay the winner that much money, plus the dude didn't even have that much money on him right now anyway... he had just say that due to the heat of the moment.

Did Kerazin even know or realise himself that he didn't even have up to that much money on him right now?

No, not yet... but he was still yet to find this out though.

Kerazin had freaked out internally when Kazenosuke had pointed his gun at him, and was about to shoot the guy had Ephraim not walked past, telling Kazenosuke off for what he was doing.

"Hey! No guns are allowed in the nightclub! Do none of y'all read the signs anywhere anymore? Jesus Christ."

People had read the stupid signs, all right.

And they had listened to it.

Most of them. It was pretty chaotic in here sometimes.

So why wasn't the nightclub closed or shut down for good?

Ephraim & Zainab had closed the nightclub for some time, but when a majority of the people had realised this, they had kept protesting for the nightclub to be open again because even though there were many attacks there, it was the coolest nightclub in all of the UK.

Ephraim & Zainab had ignored the protests at first, because they had truly believed that closing the nightclub down was the right thing to do and they didn't care what other people had thought about it: it was honestly for everyone's own damn good.

Unfortunately though, even regarding this fact, the protests had kinda completely gotten out of hand, and because Ephraim & Zainab had gotten annoyed, they had therefore decided to pretty much give the people what they had wanted instead.

Everyone had promised them that no more terrorist attacks would have happened, and they actually didn't for a while, but unfortunately, this was very very short lived.

"Fine, I'll pay you, man!" Kerazin told Kazenosuke eventually. "How much?"

Fifty.

And ironically after that, a 50 Cent song had started to play afterwards.

I don't know what you heard about me
But a ..... can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a .... P-I-M-P!

Of course one couldn't have gotten a dollar out of you, you were 50 Cent.

Rummaging through his bag helplessly, Kerazin had tried to figure out where his money was, finding it eventually but not realising he was fifteen pounds short.

Reluctantly, Kerazin had payed the guy, before saying something else.

"Whose idea was it to give Kazenosuke 50 pounds if they lost anyway?"

"Yours actually!" Terrence called out in the crowd. "'Cause you stupid!"

Kerazin ignored him, giving Kazenosuke the insufficient money he actually had.

"Five."

Then another fiver.

"Ten."

Another one.

"Fifteen."

At this point, Kazenosuke had gotten beyond annoyed. He was getting impatient now, and Kerazin was testing his patience by far.

"Dude, if you keep giving me fivers, we finna be here all day. You got anything else?"

Kerazin had given him the twenty pounds he had in his pocket, not realising that he was fifteen pounds short still.

When he had told Kazenosuke that that was the only money the dude had had, Kazenosuke did not take this very well, at all.

"What do you mean that's the only money you have?" Kazenosuke fumed. "Look, man, I ain't got time for games!"

"I'll pay on Kerazin's behalf," his friend Jeroshman from the crowd had interrupted, before the dude had gotten even more annoyed again. "None of y'all said that we couldn't do that."

Kazenosuke glanced at him blankly, whilst Kerazin had asked Jeroshman in the meantime if he actually and seriously meant that.

Jeroshman didn't reply though, he had just winked at Kerazin, before reminding the dude that he had two weeks to pay the dude the 15 pounds back or their friendship was over.

"You got lucky," Kazenosuke whispered to him. "Very lucky. Now look here, Kerosene-"

"Kerazin."

"Don't correct me," Kazenosuke muttered through gritted teeth, holding Kerazin by his T Shirt and literally squeezing him to death.

They were making some intense eye contact now, which Kerazin had hated doing because he didn't like making eye contact with anyone.

He felt as though the other person was staring into his soul, and the dude did not want that.

Ironically, Kerazin and Kazenosuke were actually homies. As in they had hung out in the same friendship and everything.

But Kerazin was mad competitive, and Kazenosuke was all about the money. If it doesn't make money, it doesn't make sense, he had always used to say to his homies downtown and he did.

"Mess wit a thug, thug messes wit' you," Kazenosuke warned him. "You understand that?"

Kerazin didn't say anything, causing Kazenosuke to repeat what he had said again, only louder this time.

"You understand that?"

"Yeah, I understand that," Kerazin said, nodding vigorously. "Please let me go, man. You're squeezing my chest and it hurts."

Hearing that, the dude nearly dropped Kerazin on the floor but didn't, causing the dude to walk away in pain, trying to find Kiandre as he appreciated him a lot.

"My work here is done," Kazenosuke murmured to himself, putting a cigarette in his mouth and smoking again, even though that wasn't allowed either.

Neither was getting drunk either, but then again, everyone allowed in Same Difference was the legal age to drink so this wasn't a very good rule at all really.

He was about to leave as well... until Esmeralda came, demanding the dude for a match.

But the dude had turned her down completely, 'cause like he said.

He wasn't in the dang mood for games.

Ryan Destiny and Dave East (aka Destiny and Kazenosuke in the story) get closer in the story and maybe get together from Chapter 26 onwards. But lemme not spoil anything for y'all x