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troy

"Aight, I'm finish wit y'all."

Breathing heavily and in the best mood, Troy climbed out the ball pit and pulling back on his low dunk Jordans. It was his cousins birthday, and Troy could tap into his inner child and play inside of the ball pit. He raised back up to his six-foot-two height as he pulled up his relaxed fit jeans up his waist. He reached in the pit, taking a clear ball and tossing it at Avant's head before walking away.

His skin of chocolate brown cooled once he stepped into the air conditioned indoors. The hip-hop themed party was packed with his family and Amaury's family and friends. Grabbing the small water bottle and gulping it down within seconds as he swag his way over to the table with his twin, Lotus and her wife, and Shantey with the baby twins.

"Not that's the babies," Troy said, smiling and walking up to the double stroller. "I been meanin' to com' see em."

Shantey sat, cradling Azoni in her arms, and watching the mural artist eye her new babies. "Yeah, they sleep now."

Troy bent, staring down at his infant cousins as they slept peacefully. "Yeah, they knocked. I'm not gon' even pick em up and bother they sleep. Amanda here?"

"Yeah. She getting her face painted." She answered. "How you been?"

"I been straight; stayin' out the way." he said, staring around the party and his irises paused on the table across the way.

She had a brown sugar melanated skin-tone; clear and glowed. She was a woman that stayed on top of her image; keeping her eyebrows arched; thin and low, false eyelashes attached to her light brown eyes, gloss or a lip combo on her full, thick lips. She kept a manicure and pedicure. Her fine, dark brown hair was pull out of her face and into a top bun with a few stray tendrils hanging down. The mother of six children was in the midst of laughing with the two women that resembled her, and showcasing her long dimples in her full cheeks.

She felt the stare, averting her eyes across the event and they settle on Troy. Her naturally seductive gaze, soaked in his chocolate handsomeness—the same way she did the first time she ever saw him with his uncle's.

She never been a shy person, and waved him over. Troy, on the other hand, his heart pounded in his chest nervously. But he didn't show it on his face while he swaggered his way over to the table of three women that shared features.

"Evenin' ladies," His deep and velvety voice boomed.

"Heyyy!" The two women spoke, eyefucking the young adult.

"Cara," he announced the woman's identity in the middle with attentive eye contact with her. "Gon' introduce me?"

"Ceiona and Camoira; my sisters. This Troy, my grandson's cousin." Cara introduced with a soft smirk.

"You look good Troy." Ceiona compliment, scrutinizing him closely. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three."

"Damn. You younger than my son." Camoira shook her head with very much disappointment, especially with his looks.

"Right," Ceiona agreed. "So which fine Daddy is yours?"

"Toby. The big brotha."

"Hm he fine, too."

"With that deep ass voice," Camoira voiced, staring at the table consisted of the Booker Brothas.