It had been a good few weeks, and Flexx was feeling good. Just to be able to walk the streets and hustle was always an honor for Flexx. He had a building lined up, and was going through the final paperwork before the deal was closed. It was a pretty big venue, there was possibilities of a club and other small night spots, or even just a big bash or a celebration. There was no ceiling to this opportunity. Flexx was to meet the gentleman at his grow house. There was to be a transaction as well. Looking at his watch the time was coming closer for the meeting, he was waiting for his guard Slipp. He made his way downstairs and posted out front. He pulled a blunt out and lit it. He sat out front of the building waiting for Slipp and smoking his blunt. Not long after lighting the blunt Slipp pulls up and Flexx hops in.

“Hey brother, how's everything? I appreciate you rollin with me on this.”

He says as he passes Slipp the blunt.

“All good brother, we all stay on deck. So where to?”

Slipp says as they pull off, Flexx explains that they need to go by the grow house. He had another transaction as well as closing the sale of the property,  and then afterwards he needs to stop by the place and check it out. He had Taga assisting with getting this going, but he had something going on today. They make their way over to the grow house and when they arrive they park in the back. They both hop out and enter the establishment. Flexx greets a few of the workers and thugs putting in work and picking up product on the regular. He nods and daps the few along the way to the office. He walks in his office and Slipp enters behind him.

“Oh really quick, make sure to tell the front desk to show the gentleman up to my office when he arrives.”

Slipp makes his way to the front desk to deliver the message. Flexx takes a seat at his desk as he prepares for his guest. He rolls another blunt as he sits and waits looking over the documents. Just then Slipp returns and takes a seat in one of the chairs directly across the room. That was just his spot. A few moments pass and the gentleman is escorted to his office. Flexx stands up to greet and shake the gentlemans hand with a smile.

“Welcome, have a seat. Can we get you something to drink?”

Flexx says as he sits down after the gentleman takes a seat. The man waved him off. Flexx pulled the paperwork out and it was all signed and ready to go. He singled to Slipp to pass the sack of cash, to end the deal, which also had some herb inside as well. At least a pounds worth. The gentleman passes Flexx the final paperwork and keys to the new establishment. After a few moments the gentleman gets up to leave, the deal was complete. Flexx sat with a smile on his face, thinking to himself. He just needed a name and it would be complete. After getting everything together, he looks over at Slipp.

“Hey brother, let’s go take a look at the spot.”

They make their way out to the back and hop in the vehicle. Flexx pulls out a blunt and lights it as they make their way to the new location. As they headed to the location Flexx was still thinking of a name to place on the spot. He thought as they drove and he was in silence for a moment.

“The Block!”

He said out of nowhere. Slipp looked over and nodded in agreement. They continued to the location as Flexx passed over the blunt to Slipp. He had a smile on his face, the moment just felt good.

“Hit that LIQ really quick, I wanna get a bottle.”

He says as Slipp passes the blunt back to him.

“Cool. I need to get me one too. Fosho”

Slipp says in agreement, gladly making his way to the liquor store. As they arrive, they hop out the car and both go in. Flexx grabs a fifth of cognac and Slipp grabs a few twenty four packs. Flexx looks at him as he was over doing it, but continued. They pay for the drinks and exit on their way to the new establishment. As they hit the block of the new place it was an amount of traffic unexpected. Slipp makes his way around to the back and parks the vehicle. Right before they hop out Flexx lights a blunt. They walk up to the doors and enter, out of nowhere you see a group of people.

“What the?.....  “

Flexx says as he pauses hard and almost drops the blunt, but he made sure to not let that hit the ground, as he caught it and gathered himself. He could see Taga, he looked at him with a look. He saw crew members fellow city associates and mafioso. He walked through and started to greet everyone in attendance. After walking through the crowd of his fellow crew, he sees @Apache. He gives some dap with a smile and Flexx passes him the blunt. You could see a nice group in attendance, there were mobsters from every city. Detroit was up in the place deep. You could see @TwoB and @DarkLotus posted up in the cut. @Dilldough was out and about mingling. @NiceJorgen was posted up at the bar having a drink. You could see The Godfather Salvatore_Luciano posted up just watching the scene. @Draven was in the area as well mingling and enjoying the atmosphere. There was Denny-, Isabella-Luciano, Vela, and many more. Flexx had made his way to the bar and ordered a pint of cognac to walk around with. He had a pack of rolled blunts. He was celebrating the hustle, and was sharing it with all.

The establishment was packed with mobsters, prominent bosses, curious-minded thugs and well... there was me. Tiny, odd, bubbly me.

I was standing almost behind Don Isabella as I scanned the other people that were waiting to surprise Flexxy. Social interaction was not a specialty of mine, and I would stray far from it, but since I had arrived with my boss, things started to cool down a bit. My breathing laboured, and suddenly I was back to my usual comfortable self. I held a martini glass in my right hand while the other went up to my hair. I adjusted my black locks and flicked them over my shoulder. I was starting to settle down with everyone and my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of its sockets when I suddenly see Castielle enter. 

Everyone looked in his direction with their surprised faces thinking it would be Flexxy, and I giggled silently as everyone realized it was someone else, as if Castielle wasn't as special. To me he was the light of my life! I excused myself from chatting with some of my family members as I proceeded to casually walk over to Castielle, needless to say, looking handsome as ever. 

"I swear I just see you pop up out of nowhere sometimes. Last night.. or week, I don't know, but I saw you at the bar, remember? I still sympathize about the dice rant you started. Anyways, I'm seriously so happy to see you here. We celebratin' the hustle!" I gushed as I felt my cheeks heat up from the excitement that was waiting to pounce out my body. This night would be one I would favour out of the many nights I have lived. 

It wasn't long before Flexxy finally entered with Slipp by his side, his face earning a few chuckles from the crowd as he had on a shocked but intrigued face. I watched him carefully, the silent laughter just threatening to escape from my lips, and I let it wash over me finally, unable to resist the temptation of having a good time. 

This was my home. Detroit was my safe haven, and all these people I could see around me was what kept me going. These rare, yet unforgettable memories would be held in my heart for some time, and I couldn't wait to see what else was in store for the future. 

My patient, shy and observant nature told me to stay back with Castielle for a bit to let other people approach him first with their enthusiastic smiles. I slowly took a sip from my beverage, swallowing down the last few drops of liquid that rested within the fancy glass. The satisfaction that dawned on me in that moment gave me a euphoric experience, and I gained a sudden burst of energy as I let out a happy sigh. 

As I finally noticed Flexxy, alone but content in his doped-up state, I walked over to him as I tucked my arm in Castielle's. To others, the gesture may have looked like a couple gesture, but for Castielle and I, it was a comforting bestfriend thing. I think, or at least I hoped he did, knew about my social anxiety when it comes to these gatherings, and being by his side helped me alot to overcome some of the challenges of using my voice to interact. 

However, familiar and friendly faces put me at ease. I opened my mouth wide in happiness as I finally caught Flexxy's attention, and wiggled my eyebrows in a goofy manner. "Waddup hustla!?! Your face when you walked in, gosh that was priceless." I reacted smoothly, my gaze landing on his face, which never failed to brighten up my day. He was not a face I would see regularly that was for sure, since I knew he had a busy schedule these days, but I would make sure to greet him cheerfully when I would come in contact with him. 

There was a sort of mystery to him though that I could not yet unpack, but I don't intend to be a mind reader, so I am fine with taking everything slow as I get to know a well known face of Detroit. 

A laugh suddenly resounded in the room, and I turned my head behind me to find out where it came from. It was a very familiar and heartwarming sound, one that I would often hear when I would come by The Black Crows HQ. 

"Dilldough! Dad!" I joked. I gave one last look over the shoulder to Flexxy and gave him a playful smile, before letting someone else keep him company before going over to Dilldough. "Wow nice suit." I acknowledged, secretly eyeing the boujee style of his outfit. 

As I looked up and chatted with Dilldough, I also started to look across the many faces of the city I cherish, and will continue to cherish for the rest of my years. 

They say good things don't last forever. 

Pfft!

While i was setting in a corner with my glass of whisky i was thinking about how good this day is  
it's one of those rare moments that means a lot and makes your heart feel the exhilaration!
i walked around chatting and having fun with the Friends.

The Place Radiated With liveliness
There Was Our Beautiful Family ,City And Friends 
The Sound of Laughter and Warm Feeling of Love Made My Heart Dance .  
 
As Flexx was walking in through the entrance you could see it on his face the Surprise it felt so good!  

After a while I had to say something to Celebrate this day so i walked up to the middle of the room and said

"A toast in the celebration of the hustler himself ,You can't speak about Hustling and HardWork without the first thing that pops into your mind being Flexx , Here’s to The Real Deal Cheers!"
 

Dark Lotus as usual was in the back she pulled the cowl of her cloak back to observe the party better. Yes, this was a celebration, but you never knew when something would happen. So as usual she was found watching from an inconspicuous spot in the back of the establishment. As Flexx entered she made eye with him contact with her own saffron eyes, catching the light as she gave him a quick nod. She watched as he worked his way through the crowd greeting the party goers and well-wishers. As he approached her she stepped towards him and nonchalantly handed him a package. "Happy Birthday Flexx." He took her package of homegrown and she dissipated back into the crowd.