Chapter 1: Sellout F.A.G. (Quen)

It was the premiere of Wild Doggs' first album single "Juiced" off their album "Abandoned Shuttle". The album recieved heavy promotion from a nearby night club which was always jumping on saturday nights with everything from drunk college grads, stoned suburbans, and of course the party chicks. The Hip Hop team was in a bathroom backstage getting ready for their performance of a lifetime, if this went well they could hopefully get a good recording contract which meant better recording equipment, and more money to rap about.

A span of 4 members, the whole group sported a customized black hoodie, rhinestoned with their group's logo on the front and their names on the back. The whole group was pumped, eyes blood red from their heavy marijuana smoking in the bathroom, they each gave each other a knuckle bump before 3 of them left out the door, huge clouds of smoke being filtered out the door as they left, ready for the cue to start. One however stayed behind, bent over the sink. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, what stared back at him wasn't an actual "Dog" like the other members, but a orange furred wolverine. Two band-aids sported horizontal on the right side of his face, not from a wound, but just for style. "I want success" He whispered to himself "Fame equals fortune, fortune equals success" He punched the mirror shattering it and jumped straight up, full of energy. It was suspected that he was a drug addict, but he claims he quit, even though he never said what drug it was.

All 4 members met each other at the end of the stage just out of view, the hostess of the club announced their performance and started the beat to their song. Mic in each hand. Their names were each announced in the order they appeared on stage. "Gayne" "Alpo" "Vulcan" and "Dirst" (Quen). Lyrics flowed over the sound system, cheers and synthesized beats filled the room. The rest of the night was pretty much a blur due to their over drinking, and partying after the performance, but the first line of his verse lingered in Quen's head "First thing on my shopping list, Love and Happiness".

News reached them that a huge time producer was impressed by their performance, they wasted no time to celebrate at their small studio. They had a wine fight with each other, popping the top off and spraying each other with the foam that dispersed.

"Ow fuck! You hit me in the goddamn eye" The one called Gayne yelled at Vulcan.

"Like I give a shit" Vulcan replied, laughing while he splashed the wine on him.

"Fuck you faggot!" He yelled jumping up and tackling him, they weren't fighting, however laughing.

"Now hold up." Alpo interrupted "I think we all know who the fag here is" He said while teasingly pointing at Quen. Quen was indeed gay, however the group seemed to have no problem, as long as he didn't rap as if he were, everything was fine. He raised two middle fingers in retaliation to the statement "Sit on this and spin" he said, smirking.

Before long they all got bored of waiting for the producer to show, and started telling stories of their lives, where they started, how they got where they were, and what they wanted to do with the money.

Gayne kicked it off "Well.. I came from Brooklyn, moved to Wisconsin, then Florida, till I finally ended up here in Chicago." He said taking a sip of the wine "Used ta' roll back a ways from here with some pretty mean mother fucka's back before you assholes showed up in my life" everyone chuckled at the statement. "But eh I had to look out for myself, get my ass to finish school so i could become something, ya know? Make my mom proud."

"You? You're dumbass is in school?" Quen replied.

"Was." He corrected.

"So what are you majoring in?" Vulcan stepped in with.

"Bitch." He started. "Im talking about Highschool." Everyone laughed. Gayne wasn't known to be the most educated, but he did know how to live. He was comedical, and had a pretty good attitude towards things. He was no street gangster, oddly enough since his hometown was the highest spot for gang violence in his state. He surprisingly had a lot of patience, though his voice made it seem like he'd get angry quick from how intimidatingly low it was. He was tempted to quit school, but didn't for his mother's sake seeing as he was an only child. Now in his early 20's

Next up Quen took the spotlight. Not volunteeringly, but because he was put on the spot by Vulcan. He lit a ciggarette before starting, taking a long dramatic pause. If anyone, Quen was the most animated off all of them. He made a lot of hand gestures, and often emphasized his words too much.

"I came from New Orleans, nice little spot" He said twirling the burning ciggarette between his fingers. "But eh.. not enough good lookin' dudes there for me"

"I can't hear this!" Alpo retorted, as he jumped up from his seat covering his ears. He didn't really "like" LGBT, and sure as hell didn't like hearing about it. Quen laughed, he loved pissing him off. Quen pointed to Alpo's back as he walked away "Oh.My.God.Becky.Look.At.That.Butt." He sung playfully reciting a line from one of his favorite songs. Quen, unlike the rest of them, probably was the only one with the ability to sing somewhat decently. After recovering from laughing he kept on.

"But eh, I gave up on love. Believe it or not, people don't really see me as the 'good guy'." He recieved sarcastic laughter. "Just everytime I find a good dude, theres just.. just like always an ex or someone that wants to steal them away. Oh yeah sure, let the guy that made you cry, control you some more, it only makes seeeeeeeeense". He said sarcastically. "Besides I don't need that kind of vulnerability in my life, it only slows your career down. So you can go ahead and run tell your friends how happy you are with someone else, fuck that guy, He'll only let you down, and ill be there to kick dirt in your mother fuckin' eyes." He took a long drag of his ciggarette and blew the smoke out towards Gayne, who responded negatively, fanning it out of his face. "When you have someone like me, you don't let them walk away, you only have one chance, all of those weak minded pussies can drown in their vag juice. Now when I meet a good dude, its just a lil' sucky sucky, fucky fucky, then on to the next one." He finished.

Alpo imitated a puke, but Quen just snorted "Hey its just like how you good boys play with the females, just a lack of tits." He refers to straight indviduals as "Good guys" seeing as being a homo is considered "bad".

Before Vulcan could start on his background, a knock came upon the door. Alpo nearly tripped over his hind legs to get the door, hair still a mess, and pants sagged down.

"Very proffessional." Quen called to him sarcastically.

"We're rappers, not Jazz artists, gotta atleast look like some"

As the door opened a somewhat pudgy bulldog, dressed in one of the finest suits the group has ever seen walked in, followed by a muscular, heavily built rhino, dressed in a wifebeater and jeans, his shirt read "Tank" over, assuming that was his name. Everyone stopped to hear what he was going to say, but the first words out his mouth was "Which one of you is Dirst?". Quen raised his arm, legs crossed, along with his fingers looking into the bulldog's eyes. While everyone else directly at him in amazement. "Sign here" He said, this is your lucky day.

~ And well thats the end of the 1st chapter cuz I kinda got lazy lol. I was kind of skeptical at how I started it, ended up retyping and rewriting the beginning alot. Ill probably fix it later on, but want to get this posted before my computer overheats~