Rave On - Kuff

Mathias waved back, smiled to the girl he was doing business with before weaving his way toward his sister. He wasn’t brazen enough to call Cyd his younger sister but too full of himself to call her his older sister. “What up Cyd Kitty?” He said trying not to get trapped between two girls trying to vibe.

“You see Banks? They came from their side just for Olin - He could be a big draw, which means more kids, which means you sell more, win win!” She laughed, rolling pretty hard still.

“I saw Banks already, bought my stock of Red Devils. He wanted delivery but his neighborhood is owned and I made enough rat like enemies for one lifetime.” Mathias replied with a smile.

“Good you get caught up there, they’re gonna lock you in a tower somewhere, then it’s just gonna be me and Serena. That’s a movie no one wants to see. Speaking of - you seen her? I haven’t caught eyes all night. Did she ditch?” She asked, accusingly.

“Just you, about an hour ago. She's avoiding you. She is probably in the Pit of pigtails.” Mathias said, making a motion at the mess of bouncing fleshy bodies at the heart of the dance floor. “I also may have marked her with a kuff. I admit nothing.”

Cyd laughed, learning a while ago not to take Kandi from her brother. “I hope nobody tells her what it means. If you see her, bring her up front? Winding it down soon, and I don’t want her going home with some rave-virgin that don’t know shit about the kuff, or worse, with the hobo.”

“I wouldn’t worry, she likes to be carried out.” Mathis snarked. “Annnnnnd if some rave-virgin tries to smuggle my little sister out I'll bust his or her kneecaps in. I don’t discriminate. Swearsies.” He said crossing his heart.

“You bash kneecaps, I worry. It’s so nice that we have hobbies,” Cyd replied dryly, giving Mathias a light punch on the arm. “Oh, hey, I love this drop!” She brightened with the music and scampered back up the stage.