Deion struggled to make a living in Chicago his entire life up until that night. The same night everything changed: went wrong, but also went so right. He ran into a Jack, who turned him into an Ace. As so, he now serves the king, but also has autho...
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Third POV. Deion walks up to the house. As usual as he remembers, the inside lights are blue and the music is bouncing off the whole neighborhood. He sighs and pops an ibuprofen in his mouth for the upcoming migraine.
"D-Dub!", A few others yell out to him and he just nods in return before his eyes lock onto his dumbass of a friend, K'von. He's 7 years younger than Deion. The dreadhead hops off of the porch and walks up to the green eyed male. He annoyingly pats his chest while he speaks.
"Took you forever. Yo' knees getting old too, old nigga?", He asks. Deion pats the other's chest in response and he stumbles back a few steps.
"Nah, they just gotta hold up all this muscle now.", He chuckles out.
The men go into the house and sit on the couch. At first they weren't going to because the parties located in a trap house– and lord knows what happens on those couches, but K'von said that it's a new one. Surprisingly, nobody was doing entirely harmful drugs or arguing so far.
The younger man offers Deion a shot and he declines.
"Didn't I say I wasn't drinking with no nineteen year old? Where you get the bottle anyway?"
"See this why nobody wanna chill with you. How we supposed to have fun & you sober? Drink up, nigga. Take a break from all that thug shit."
Deion groans in annoyance, but he does. He looks around the room and sighs. Most of the women there are on the brick. (Prostituting), and the men are just smoking weed. Nothing about realizing the people you grew up with took the worser path in life is enjoyable, but eventually, something interesting does happen.
Chop- well, 'Deebo' and his boys walk in. His eyes flick to the green eyes he recognizes oh-so-well and he smirks, his diamond teeth shining under the blue light. He kisses his teeth and walks somewhere farther into the house.
Deion notices the other but he doesn't react. It just seemed like two very strong, very dark men were just staring at each other blankly. One was trying to be intimating and the other didn't have to try. In fact, that's exactly what Chop hates about Deion.. He can't shake him to his core. He can't get to him and make him tremble like he does to everyone else. He can't overpower him. K'von notices this and tries to hold in his laugh, knowing damn well he himself wouldn't stand a chance against chop.
"You wanna know something, D? You remind me of Fontaine." ... "Fontaine from 'they killed tyrone'?", Deion responds. Von nods. He thinks back to the movie and snickers a little.
As the party comes to an end, Deion taps Von's shoulder and they leave before everyone else does to avoid getting caught up in any altercations. They turn into the alleyway beside the house, going towards the burger place to put something on their stomachs.
