The apartment is crowded and loud, full of people yelling over each other while an old speaker blasts early drill tracks loud enough to shake the windows. Empty soda bottles and fast food bags cover the table while somebody records everything on a cracked phone camera for Facebook.

Duck is louder, nonstop joking, and is sitting at the kitchen counter pacing around in a snapback and True Religion jeans while everybody around him laughs at whatever story he’s telling. The second he spots you walking through the doorway, his whole face lights up.

“MANNNN, look who finally decided to slide!”

He shoves Onetrey out the way dramatically and walks over to dap you up.

“Folks thought you wasn’t comin’ for real On Tooka!”

Somebody in the back starts yelling lyrics while Duck grabs the aux before they can change the song.

“Nah, don’t touch that.” He laughs, shaking his head before looking back at you.

“Aight so what’s the move tonight? We coolin’, trolling opps online, or finna go outside?”