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Capri Laurent

Cold air nips at his dark skin, the corner illuminated by a dim streetlight. Capri shifted on the balls of his feet, his freezing hands wedged deep into his pockets making his pants seem lower on his hips than they actually were.

His pop's old letterman jacket loose on his thin shoulders making his outfit even more big than he had originally intended. Greg stood a little further on the block, giving Cap a small slice of peace of mind knowing his best friend wasn't out somewhere alone and getting into some shit.

Tonight was slow moving, Cap had only sold a few grams to typical around the clock junkies. Although he was used to slow nights, the boredom never failed to get to him.

Licking his bottom lip Cap huffed hit a breath of air, watching the thick cloud of fog float up.

"Aye! Cap that's you?"

Glancing up at the familiar voice Capri couldn't help the small smile that spread across his face.

Damn Mei.

The skinny male laughed loudly slowing his 2016 Nissan Altima down in front of Cap. Rolling his passenger side window down, Mei Smith smiled brightly at his long time friend.

His stark white waves complimented by his equally white teeth, smooth blimish free chocolate skin glowing from the small red lights in his car.

"Nigga you actin' like you ain't know me and Greg were gon be here." Capri rolled his eyes making Mei roll his, leave it to them two to have some type of imaginary beef.

"Damn can't you just say you missed me, ain't seen me in a whole 2 days and wanna be a bitch." Mei smacked his big lips, reaching over to grab what Cap knew was his bag of weed and papers.

"What hell I got to miss 'bout yo ass? The headache you give me everytime you open yo mouth?" Capri moved his head back in a jerk as he made his way to the car. Getting inside he immediately rolled up the window trapping the rest of the hot air blowing.

Mei didn't reply mostly due to his tongue be swiped across the paper sealing his weed inside. Capri cupped his hands together rubbing them in order to retain some typa heat.

"We gotta go get Greg, you know that nigga gon be mad I picked yo ass up not him." Mei hummed around the blunt he was lighting until he finally broke free and released a big puff of smoke.

The car filling with that familiar and delicious smell, Cap hummed at the back of his throat, leaning back against the comfortable chair. His hands finding a way to slide into his pockets filling the remainder of what he failed to sell tonight.

5 baggies.

It didn't seem like much but Cap knew just how much money was to be made of this shit. Sighing to himself he knew he had to come out another time this week if he wanted to stay one of Og's top sellers.

Despite only selling for a few months, Greg and Capri quickly became very closely acquainted with Og. Having an almost mentor like relationship with the man made Cap not wanna disappoint him. And definitely not have his supply doxed.

Turning the car around, Mei recklessly drove to the next block stopping in front of Greg who immediately had that cheesy ass grin on his face.

Him and Mei were the definition of evil twin- evil twin, Capri may as well have been the devil cause the three of them were a recipe for disaster.

"My niggas! Aw man look at y'all comin' to save a po' freezing brotha." Greg cheesed siting in the middle of the backseat his arms lifted to rest on either shoulders of Cap and Mei's chairs.