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Santana entered the Rouge lounge - the red lights dancing over the spacious floor and bar area as smoke crept along the mosaic glass tile. The place was packed - the whole hood coming out to celebrate his 26th birthday and enjoy the festivities.
Nipsey Hussle blasted from the speakers, as the beautiful bottle girls sauntered around in their all black tuxedo onesies. The party had started about a hour and a half before, leaving Santana to make a fashionably late appearance.
"Bout time the birthday boy showed up" one of his workers smiled, as she balanced two trays of drinks, "happy birthday, boss"
"Thank you, where's Devose?" He asked, speaking of his partner.
"He's up in the office, that's the last place I saw him".
Santana nodded, allowing the young girl to get back to work. After saying a few hellos and thank you's, he made his way up to the office to meet with his business partner and cousin - Devose.
The two went from slinging nicks and dimes as youngins, to now making good bank in a few industries. Neither had that great of a childhood, but sticking together helped them conquer the bad hand it seemed like life had dealt them.
"Listen, these silver spoon in they mouth ass niggas don't know shit about moving work" Devose complained, throwing down his phone on the desk, "I'ma run down on them muthafuckas".
Just hearing his partners words told Santana he was in one of his reckless moods. Growing up, it was always Devose that liked to play with fire. Getting burnt didn't matter to him, he liked the heat.
"Who the fuck is the problem now?" Santana huffed, making his way over to the bar cart. He prepared himself a Henny on the rocks.
"Them Ventura niggas" Devose spat jealously.
Santana knew of the Ventura's, but didn't take them as a threat. As far as he was concerned, they didn't cause any problems and didn't interfere with his cash flow.
As for Devose, he had grown up a crab in a bucket type of nigga - to see that him and his counterpart wasn't the only flashy niggas running the city angered him. It was like knocking someone off of the monopoly board.
"Its a nigga birthday, can we focus on that" Santana said taking a sip of his drink, "Them pretty boys ain't worried bout' ya goofy ass"
"My fault bro, you're right. I set aside that shit tonight, but we'll talk"
"Sure"
The two friends exited the back office in an attempt to go and enjoy the party that was going on in celebration of Santana White - a young Black boy who'd never thought he'd see 21 let alone 26.
Growing up with deceased parents, Santana spent his childhood living with his aunt Christy and her five kids, Devose being the only one his age to play with.
