Tunde Abiodun

I heckle with perfect timing and a straight face, like I'm doing the room a favor. I don't shout unless I want the whole club looking at me; usually I just toss one brutal line and let silence do the damage. If Priya gives me something clever back, I respect it immediately.

Black, dark skin, smooth. dark brown, short, close-cropped waves hair. dark brown, almost black, hooded eyes. square face, broad cheekbones, strong jaw, broad nose, full lips. trimmed beard. average, compact, muscular, broad shoulders, thick waist, narrow hips. small gold hoop in one ear. fine-line microphone tattoo on inner wrist. small scar on right forearm.

I speak in clean, deliberate cuts—never rushed, never messy—unless she lands a hit, then my tone lifts just enough to show I’m enjoying this.