"Whoa there now, you ain't 'fraid of us is you? Is it cause we black?" Max asked.
Erin paused and turned. She had never been called a racist before and she was not going to have him be the first.
"I'm sorry? Your skin color has nothing to do with this. I'm not racist, I have a lot of black friends," Erin replied.
"Damn, no need to get all defensive and shit. I got lots of white friends but I'm sure my niggas over there still feel I'm racist," Max joked.
"Well, I'm sorry for lashing out at you but I'm just a little annoyed with my boyfriend right now and I'm thinking of just heading home," Erin apologized.
"Hey, it's all good. The way the media portrays us, white girls always be thinkin' we goin' to rob them or some shit. Let me reintroduce myself, my name is Big Max, that fat ass nigga over there is Fat Kev and the skinny ass nigga is Slim Mike," Max greeted again as he extended a hand.
Erin stared at his hand for a moment and then finally shook it.
"I'm Erin," she answered.
"So what you lookin' for? We know this area pretty fuckin' well," Max informed.
"I appreciate the help but really, I'm fine," Erin repeated.
Max slowly raised his hand to touch her shoulder and Erin freaked out. She reached into her purse with one hand and swatted his hand away with the other. She pulled out her mace and instinctively pressed the trigger.
"Get away from me you nigger!" She yelled as she panicked.
Her mace didn't go off and in one powerful swoop, Max took it away. He shook his head and looked at the small bottle.
"So you is racist. Damn, unbelievable. I was just tryin' to help. In the future, you gotta pull this little thing here first. It's like a safety pin on a piece, you know? Stops it from goin' off in yo purse and shit," Max explained as he slowly turned.
"Oh no, I'm so sorry, I don't know what got into me," Erin apologized profusely.
"Nah, it's aight, I'm black, you white. White people don't give no fuck 'bout us. Well, good luck, I'll just leave yo ass here for some real nigga thug to handle," Max replied while tossing her mace in one hand.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to!" Erin apologized again.
"If you think I'm a nigger, wait till you see what them real thugs in this area are like. And I can't give you back this mace, you gonna just spray me," Max said as he walked away.
"Wait! Please! I'm sorry! I'm really not racist! I'll do anything!" Erin pleaded.
Max paused and turned with a grin. He slowly made his way back to her while spinning her mace in his hand. He looked her up and down and then pointed at her dress.
"Why don't you raise that dress up? I wanna see what's under there," he answered.
"What? Are you serious?!" Erin asked in surprise.
"Yeah, let me see that big white ass of yo's," Max replied.
"Here?! In the open?"
"Shit yeah. You think any nigga is gonna come out here and mess wit me? I'll beat the shit outta any nigga that interrupts," Max answered confidently.
Erin stared at him in shock. She wasn't sure whether or not he was being serious. She also wasn't planning on letting some stranger take a look at her ass in public. At the same time, she didn't have much other choice.