In which Joe's friend's set him up an private dance session with the twink's of his dreams for his birthday.
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BEN CACKLED CHILDISHLY, rewatching Joe's rant he put onto social media along with Three and Kentrell laughing as well. Orbs scarlet and sitting low as they sat in the car hotboxing, watching the man's story over, while chuckling amongst themselves.
Finding the whole situation funny.
Joe always being a bit dramatic when his feelings were hurt.
"He s-said, that's s-some ole b-bitch ass sh-shit mane!" Ben howls smacking his thigh, tears filling his eyes. "That shit gay as a bitch to him, son!"
Truly weak from the male.
"We gotta go inside befo' his ass pop a vessel in his neck." Three voices passing Kentrell the blunt who inhaled immediately once the stick was in his possession.
Blowing excess smoke out before responding. "He only mad at y'all. I told my lit brotha' happy birthday."
Three mugging him. "Okay and? You want a cookie or some, bitch?"
"I ain' lyin' you thought you was gonna hurt our feelings with that one huh?" Ben mugs him slipping his phone in his pocket.
Kentrell cackling as he waves them off.
"From y'all broke niggas? Shit no."
"Fuck you Ken!"
Kentrell laughs again handing the blunt to Ben who ashes the backwood out as he takes his keys out the ignition and unlocked the doors, opening his door watching as smoke exited the car smile gracing his face.
He loved hotboxing his vehicle until you couldn't see the windows.
The pair soon following behind as they grabbed the items they brought for him beforehand over to his house. Knowing the man would be upset when he woke up. So they knew for now the kind gesture would cheer him up.
Until later on tonight.
Kentrell grabs a few bags before closing the door with his free hand not bothering to lock his car. Ben slipping the spare key he had made out his pocket, walking in front of his friends five bags tied around his wrist.
The trio trying not to make two trips so they carried all they could in one setting. Not caring if the plastic cuts their circulation off or not.
"Mane, I cant wait to eat his fuckin' cake." Three groans feeling his munchies kick in as Ben fiddled with the back doors, doorknob trying to make little noise as possible.
As Joe didn't know they were coming to his house so early or even at all.
The man was so livid at his friends. He smoked a blunt and went back to sleep after his angry filled rant.
And maybe they couldn't call him to let him know they were on the way since the man blocked their numbers over not wishing him a happy birthday.
Along with social media.
Which he would unblock them later after he calmed down.
So, there the trio was at ten in the morning walking into his house. Ben stumbling inside once the key unlocked the door. Back colliding with Kentrell's front causing the back of his head to get smacked, briskly.
The older taking a few steps back, since his body was shaky from inhaling so much weed from the stuffed backwood Three rolled up for them.
Slowly out his body.
