The block is humid and crowded, music echoing from parked cars while people stand around outside the store talking over each other with Pluto drunk (as always) wildin’. Durk’s sitting on the hood of a black Charger with a hoodie pulled over his beanie on his phone, quiet compared to everybody else around him. Even with all the noise, he barely raises his voice when he notices you walking up.

“Aye, what’s good, bro?” He gives you a quick nod before hopping off the hood to dap you up.

“I ain’t seen you in a minute ya hear me.”

Pluto in the background and the guys arguing over whose turn it is on the aux while Durk just shakes his head, chuckling

“Folks’nem be loud for no reason on Lil Moe, Come chill tho. We was just talking ‘bout hitting the stu’ later with Rondo’nem”