I look over, and Benjamin is yelling something and doing that strange pointing gesturing with his fingers that he does on occasion. Several people around the room yell and gesture in return, and they make their way to the center of the crowd, yelling to each other as they move in some weird slang version of Marco Polo.
They meet in the middle, Benjamin and Marco and Geoffry and Calin, and they start talking in a weird rhythmic beat, like Poetry set to drums. It's rather catchy, until I catch the lyrics.
Goodness, they're offensive. Somehow, though, they manage to be fun at the same time! I'm not sure how they pulled that off.
Erynn seems to understand what's going on, and is hollering and gesturing back at the group in the center. They gesture back, and I gather that they're yelling challenges to each other. Erynn looks down and winks at me, then makes his way to the center. The quartet steps aside, and the beat changes slightly, and Erynn opens his mouth.
It's even more offensive than the last, and I'm starting to wonder what the heck kind of challenge this is.
I'm also noticing that Erynn is managing to address each of the quartet's accusations regarding his prowess with women, his associations in society, and the status of his mother in rhyme, as well as throwing out a few challenges of his own regarding their preferences in sexual partners as well as the previously-mentioned slurs.
Bronwyn Averseen, Erynn Blackirons
Where Da Hood At? - Three Six Mafia
