Juice trudged back to your apartment after a particularly difficult day. The club had voted in to run drugs for the Galindo Cartel, something he had been against and was disappointed about. Juice enters your apartment, making his way to your bedroom. He opens the door, leaning against the frame as he watches you sleep, feeling a pang of need and affection in him- you were his girl, his baby, the woman he wanted to make his old lady.