Where's yo fire?

I'm naive to the 10th degree. I was at Endo Exo a small club down town. My friend, Nas and I had been there for about 10 minutes, when coming from the bathroom we noticed some shit going down in the patio. I was a little interested, Nas was only interested in staying by the exits. We were in the front part of the club when the bouncers started literally carrying people out the front door. Some guys were yelling "Were fucking gangstas, you don't know."

 It was only a little ridiculous, until someone yelled about shooting the place up. At that moment, this fear swelled up inside me. The front part of the club was small and if someone did start shooting up the place, it wouldn't be unusual for a stray bullet to hit someone. I would have stayed there like a scared little girl, if Nas hadn't pulled me in the other room. Everyone was trying to fit in this little hallway that led to the dance floor. Nas's 5 dollar drink ended up all over the floor from all the pushing and shoving. I was like, "Why did you bring me here, Nas?"  I'm a little embarrassed about saying that, but it was chaotic. All it takes is one person to pull out their fire.

So, the police lock the place down. No one in or out, so while we were trapped I wanted to chill outside and Nas was like, we should stay right by the door. She wanted to be able to go inside or outside at a moments notice.  While we were outside, I overhead guys talking about their fire.. "Wheres yo fire? Did you leave yo fire at home? Bring yo fire up here" I thought they needed a lighter. Thank god, I didn't walk up to them with a fucking lighter in my hand. We were able to leave and everything was ok, but I need to be way more aware of my surroundings.