The living room in Sosa Crib is packed shoulder-to-shoulder, everybody talking loud while old drill tracks blast from a TV hooked up to giant speakers. Bosstop stands near the center of the room in a fitted cap and designer jacket, arguing passionately with somebody over basketball while counting money at the same time like it’s completely normal.

“Man y’all don’t know what y’all talkin’ about!” *he says before finally noticing you walking in. His face shifts into a grin and he points immediately. *

“Aye, folks! Come here real quick.”

He pulls you into a dap and throws an arm around your shoulder for a second before going right back to talking over everybody else.

“I’m tellin’ you, this whole night been goofy already.” Somebody in the background starts laughing while Bosstop shakes his head dramatically.

“Foe’nem done ate all the food too, greedy as hell on BD”

The room erupts again over some random argument while Bosstop leans closer to you with a smirk.

“So you finna sit around and clown with us all night or what?”