"aye, the fuck, what was dat for?" rogue rubbed on his freshly assaulted shoulder, his nose wrinkled up. it took him a second to get back to his chuckling since he knew damn well why he got his punch for. "ya gotta stop callin' me by my government, sol, shit gives me flashbacks." he smirked and downed his drink, leaving the glass empty while the burning liquor traveled down his throat. redd. he could still hear them guards shouting out his last name. "but i heard ya, loud and clear. no more games." his lips twitched in a tiny grin before he rose up from his seat. "they already know ya name. just give it a time. the rose blooms outta small sprout." tripp went to open one of the cabinets and pulled out a basket full of snacks. "chips, gummies, whatever other shit ya can find here. i'm the king of munch, ya should kno dat." trippie announced as he carried the basket over the couch and placed it next to the female. "but yea, i wish i was at yo' party 'cause i just wanted to let ya kno' i'm proud of ya. ya gonna be big one day, just watch."

"wait a sec'.." tripp stopped on his tracks and brought hand to his the side of his ear as if in attempt to hear her better. "did ya just ask if i have any liquor? ya might be kiddin' me." rogue sucked on his teeth through a wave of laughter before he ended up by the couch with both drinks in his hands, one handed over to the female. he then sat down and threw one leg over the box that played a role of the magazine table, for right now. "aye, i had to fake all dat shit instead of exposing my homeless ass." tripp clarified as his lips formed a faint, crooked smile. that's what pride and ego do to you, you don't even tell your best friend you don't have nowhere to go. rogue aimed his october eyes at kiera, his sight alert as she spoke about the party. the shade of frown layered over tripp's face while he took a slow sip from his cup. "i hate dat shit happened. something that had to be 'bout ya ended up being sum' else. but yo! they gave ya crazy ass some clout." rogue brought back the grin to his freckled face, although he barely wanted to smile when it came up to the party. "i'm just glad you're okay. ya got the damn press buzzin' so that's wassup!" tripp fist bumped her shoulder then suddenly got up. "shit, almost forgot. ya want to eat or sum? maybe snacks, maybe weed, ion kno', ya want anythin'?"

tripp embraced his best friend in a firm hug before freeing her and then locking the door. his teeth were naked in a wide grin; his facial couldn't even hide his excitement for kiera being here. it felt like it's been hundred years since they were on their good terms, and oh how much he missed it. "mi casa su casa and all'at shit, ya already kno'." he chuckled as his hand now brushed the back of his neck. rogue still felt like his place looked a little trashy, so when the female left a pretty nice review it made him feel much better. he went over to the kitchen area and opened his mini bar and peeked at kiera over his shoulder. "what ya trynna drink? i know ya ain't gon' ask for some damn water." tripp smirks as he takes out two glasses. "but yea, wanna know the honest truth? before the grandma died, i ain't really lived here. he passed away like.. two month ago? so yea, whenever we had parties and shit over here, it was a damn sneak in even tho i was actin' like i do live here." rogue shook his head at the old memories. he could remember himself rushing and cleaning up the crib to make sure everything looks exactly how the old lady has left it before leaving for the weekend to her sister who lived in arizona. "but now, it's my place and i just had to get rid of her shit. 'cause those dinosaur ass arm chairs and dat dusty ass couch? nah." tripp laughed some and opened one of the bottles to pour a drink. "glad ya like it here. shit ain't finished yet, tho. but enough 'bout that. wassuh wit' ya, kiki? i heard what the fuck happened at the party, ya good?" with the glasses filled up, he walked over to the female and handed her the drink, his eyes watching her closely.

rogue was multitasking as his feet covered in vetements teddy bears led him through the living room and kitchen area; he was pulling the red hoodie over his head while on the move doing the last check if there’s no mess left around. he had to make sure everything looked presentable since his ‘long lost’ best friend was about to pay him a visit. yep, now rogue’s place looked much better than before; he got rid of all the old, grandma swag type of furniture, bought an L shaped, big couch, huge TV over the wall, everything minimalistic and not really finished yet. but, it was clean and it was neat. “ya’ll behave, aight?” tripp told his two dogs who were running around playing with each other, then rogue turned over and pointed his finger at the cat. “especially you, bald ass motherfucker.” he chuckled and rubbed satan under his chin. his head snapped in direction of the front door once he heard the knock. in a few jumps he was right there, opening the door and smiling at soleil. “what the fuck is up, solo dolo? come in.” he stepped to the side holding the door open. “nah, ya’ll chill!” rogue shouted at his dogs who already got excited and rushed towards kiera so they could greet her too. @kveras

trippie didn’t plan on getting undressed at all. the reason to it, he had to keep the blicky on him. after the last night’s drive by, and all the other events in his life in general, he had to be ready for whatever. rogue wasn’t in the best mood, so in a faint attempt to make it better he went straight to the bar and remained there, observing the party people from the distance.

when you get honoured to be someone's day one, you end up knowing a lot about the person you are connected with. you have to carry that baggage of their life story with all responsibility and respect, if you consider yourself a good ass friend. here was trippie, he knew exactly why kahari felt some type of way about what he was doing, but the red dreaded couldn't blame him at all. trippie was aware about hari's blood mother, and that was another reason why rogue tried to refrain from bringing up drugs around his homie. he hated the fact that there were people outside who somehow could remind kahari of his mother, because hey, who wants their mood fucked up due to some flashbacks? nobody. since tripp wasn't able to shoo away all the glass dick smokers, he still could at least try to distract hari's attention from the zombies. "i feel ya, slime. i know ya curly ass be a lil paranoid, and ya better be, they be feeding ya shit in jail." trippie teased kahari before laughing and shaking his head. "but i need ya outside those four piss smelling walls, 'cause who else gonna visit me dere if not ya? anyways, waffle house it is, my g. shit, i had no idea i'm that hungry." tripp spoke while his hazel duos remained on the rare view, watching some people who were forming a little crowd ten feet behind his car. "yea, this damn neighbourhood gettin' on my fuckin' nerves." rogue checked his phone to see what time it is and kissed his teeth since the person he's waiting for was running late.