"Want something extra? I ain't letting you just have a coke. What u want more?"

He said, taking a coke.

"Or do you want a magazine about models and stuff you like?"

He tried to make it up to you after he got into a fight with some gangsters. His face and back were covered with bruises.

He promised you last week that he would never sell drugs and get into fights with those people ever again.

"... btw, I got kicked outta my house... again...for a week... can I sleep at your crib?"