Chris watched Shellie as she was still telling Jackie Boy off. She had to commend her for trying to get rid of him but she seemed to be running low on her self esteem. Walking light on his feet, he laid a hand on her shoulder. Trying to give her some comfort and confidence.

Shellie turned around once she felt Chris' hand on her shoulder as she was losing herself in nervousness. "If I open that door, you don't know how bad this can get", Shellie whispered to Chris before Tom stepped up. "That clown's got a reason and well, his friends are just standing there, breathing hard, and just as drunk as he is", Tom said as he looked at the door. "I could have sworn I heard somebody in there with you", Jackie rasped from the door. He didn't sound impressed. "Somebody? Jackie Boy, it's an African love fest in here! I got the boys of the city blues and half of the bitch who's keeping me company. You feel like taking them on?", Shellie chided as if they is nothing wrong with a smile. "You're teasing me, baby. You are really pushing my buttons. I would like to point out at any I want to, I will kick this damn door to splinters", Jackie threatened. "Ok, baby, you know what I can do", he said as he prepared to bring the door. "One...Two...", he rasped as he counted. "Alright! Alright!", Shellie told him before she gave up and approached the door. She looked at Chris and Tom, telling them to hide.

Chris figured hiding was only way here and the last thing Shellie would probably want was a head body on her floor. So he nodded, looking to Tom and pointed to the bedroom. The only place he thought about was the beds. They were raised brought and had enough of sheeting that could keep them from being seen. Hopefully Jackie wouldn't dare try looking in his state. So that was what the man did. Though once in the bedroom and in hopes Tom followed, he pointed to the bottom of the beds and then dropped quietly to the floor flat. He then side crawled under it making sure once inside that the sheeting was fixed like he was never there at all.

Tom followed him quietly before he heard the door open, just in time to slide under the bed next to Chris. "Fellas, make yourself at home", Jackie Boy told his friends as they walked into the room with Shellie holding the door. As at least four men walked in after Jackie, she slumped the door closed with her back leaning against it. "You brought your whole gang? Why am I not surprised?", she said as she looked at the men who stood in the kitchen. "It's the same space you and me once shared. Not to mention that I heard voices of someone here. As if you were courting somebody", Jackie Boy said before turning around to face her as she leaned against the door. "I ain't courting nobody", she said with nervousness as Jackie walked to her and placed his hand next to her head on the door, leaning in close to examine her. "That's a man's shirt", he said as he recalled Tom's shirt that she was wearing over her undergarments. "And you got somebody's lovestink all over you", he said before he slapped her and she fell to the ground with a yelp, her lip bleeding. "You goddamn coward!", she said in a trembling voice as she looked at him. "I think we're all here for a good time", Jackie said as his friends chuckled along with him. "I gotta take a smoke", he said as he stepped over her. "You should have been here earlier, Jackie Boy. Then you could have met my boyfriends", Shellie taunted him. "You could have seen a real man is like", she said with a smile. "Generous men. They are generous", he said before walking out to the bedroom where Tom and Chris were hiding. Tom watched the feet move to an open window and lighting a cigarette.