“What the hell happened to your face?” Cam was screaming from the other side of the set. Andrea was in the makeup chair, but she didn’t think they’d be able to shoot the scene they were planning on shooting that day, not with Travis’s face all jacked up.
“That boy looks like he got the bum end of the ugly stick shook in his face,” Stephon said, shaking his head.
“Yes, yes he does. But something tells me he deserves it.” She tried not to giggle, but the makeup artist new her well.
“You were there, weren’t you? Did your boy do that to him?”
“No, it wasn’t Case. But it might’ve been a friend of his…. And a lot of other people. It was a huge brawl, Steph.”
“Oh, I heard. I had a few friends there. They said it was the biggest fight in the history of the club. You just don’t see stuff like
