𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟮 𝗠𝗬 𝗨𝗡𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗡 ━━━━━ 𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗮𝗰 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗿.

038.

𝖨𝖭𝖢𝖮𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖥𝖫𝖠𝖲𝖧𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 . .

' THU , OCT 31ST 1995. '
suge's residence ⸻
calabasas , california !

TUPAC STEPPED TOWARDS SUGE'S MANSION , the early morning light casting a golden hue over the place. The mansion stood tall, a grand structure with its lawns, towering columns, and impressive architecture.

As Tupac approached, he took in the sight of the mansion in the soft morning glow. The gardens were alive with the colors of blooming flowers, and the sound of birdsong filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the darkness that often lurked within these walls. He stood in front of the door, sighing to himself as he reached to ring the doorbell, the sound ringing through the whole house before Suge emerged from within.

The door swung open, revealing Suge standing there with a wide grin on his face. "Pacman!" Suge boomed, his voice filled with warmth and familiarity. "Come on in, man. You know you're always welcome here, I was waiting on you."

Tupac couldn't help but return Suge's grin, the nickname "Pacman" bringing back a flood of memories from their time together, even if it had only been a few months. They had such a strong bond with each other. He stepped inside, greeted by the warmth of Suge's mansion, a stark difference from the realities of the cold outside.

"Thanks, Suge," Tupac said, his voice tinged with gratitude as he stepped into the familiar space. "Shit, I said I was running a bit late." Suge clapped a hand on Tupac's shoulder, leading him further into the mansion. "It's all good, you know I always let you off because you're my homeboy. It's crazy out there, especially with all the eyes on you now."

It was Tupac's nth time inside Suge's home, and it was almost as if he had grown familiar with it, as if it were his own. The expensive furniture and red tones that accentuated the space beautifully were all too familiar. As they walked through the entrance towards the living room, Tupac felt a sense of ease wash over him. Despite the chaos of the industry, despite the verbal and physical dangers, here in Suge's mansion, he felt safe.

"You know," Suge said, his tone more serious as he turned to look at Tupac, placing a bottle of Hennessy down onto the coffee table, "I got your back, Pacman. Always have, always will. We're Deathrow family before everything, man."

Tupac nodded, feeling a sense of belonging at his words. In an industry filled with betrayal and lies, Suge had always been a constant, a true friend, an older brother figure that he never had but always dreamed of.

"Thanks, Suge," Tupac replied with a smile. "I appreciate that."

Tupac eased into Suge's mansion, the grand space and the weight of the world feeling a bit lighter as he entered the familiar space. Suge led the way, his booming voice filling the halls as Tupac followed alongside him.

"Pacman, make yourself at home," Suge said with a wide gesture, indicating towards the burgundy plush couches in the living room. "You know where everything is."

Tupac settled onto one of the luxurious couches, sinking down into the comfort as he leaned back into the seat. Suge joined beside him, deciding on pouring two glasses of aged whiskey. Tupac watched him pour the beverage, his golden watch gleaming as Suge passed the glass towards him.

"Thanks, Suge," Tupac said, taking the glass with a nod of appreciation. "This is just what I needed . . . You got whiskey and everything." He joked, gesturing towards the various alcohol bottles laid out on the table, earning a laugh from Suge.