Never Let IT Die

Mi Amigo....

                            Later That Night...

"Cool, 10 minutes? Aight, I'll see you then. Adios..." Tormentó said, ending her call as they stepped inside Cookie's large apartment. "So you sent Dad to get what?" T asked, trying to keep her busy. Cookie turned to T with a smirk. "Oreo's, 4 Hershey's Cookie's and Crème, 3 kiwi strawberry Mistic, and some shit I couldn't even pronounce! I just looked some stuff up and wrote it down!" She said, both of them busting out laughing. "Yeah, my boy should be here any minute... Actually, you should know him. We go way back. He was cool wit my ma, convinced her to move out here to make a little bit more dinero. We got real cool, he gave me my first job, and my first gun..." She said, pulling her 4.5 out of the back of her joggers. "So, uh, you just carry that everywhere?" "Yep, got a permit to do so." She responded, walking inside Cookie's kitchen. "Aye, you want something to drink?" Cookie rolled her eyes and snatched the cup out of her hand, chuckling. "This my house, fool. I'm the one posed to be asking you that! Just gon come in my kitchen and-" She was interrupted by a few knocks on the door. "That's my boy. Um, can you make me a drink while you still got that cup in ya hand, por favor? Don't be tryna drink none either!" Tormentó joked as she headed towards the door. "Yeah, yeah. Ask ya friend if he wants one, too." She yelled out. Tormentó shook her head and opened the door for her friend, who adjusted his hood and slapped her hand. "You sure she said she's cool with this?" Her friend asked, sharing the same accent, as he took off his hoodie. "Yeah, it'll be-" "So, did he want one or-" The glass slipped from Cookie's hand as she eyed the person down in disgust and hate. "Laz?"...............