"Here." Honor passed me one of the pre-rolls Wolfe handed to him. It was rolled to perfection. The thin hemp paper had sunflower petals pressed into the seam.
"Fuck your wife cooked up?" I asked, inspecting the rest of the spliff.
"These sunflower petals are fire, tho," Honor commented, giving his stamp of approval.
"She didn't say shit other than for me to tell her how it made me feel."
"How it makes you feel?" Honor frowned. "Nah, call her and ask what she put in this. I don't got time to be in my feelings with you niggas."
"Why not? Navy's out with a nigga, who else gon' wipe them tears for you," I joked.
"Navy's not out with shit. She knows better." Honor said it confidently, but the look on his face said the opposite.
"You don't believe that shit. But aye, I'm here if you wanna pull up, or we can put an iPad in her trunk and track her," I suggested.
"Nigga, what?" Wolfe laughed, brows knitting as he tried to make sense of what I'd said.
"Put an iPad in her shit, and she won't know you're tracking her. I heard those Apple tags alert their phone or some shit like that." I shrugged.
"I'm good," Honor stated.
"Cool. Aye, pass me that lighter real quick," I told Wolfe.
He sparked up before tossing me the lighter. Fire woke the paper, glowing bright against the pressed sunflower petals. The shit was beautiful and calming to watch. I passed the lighter to Honor, as the smoke slid into my lungs smooth as fuck. I held it there longer than I normally did, then exhaled, and that shit rolled out lazily, carrying all the shit I needed to get off my chest with it.
"Fuck, this shit goes crazy," Wolfe affirmed with every word dragging after the first.
"Chosyn might've cracked the code with this shit," Honor muttered, smoke clouding his face.
"Word," I agreed. "Aye, what happened with Choyce?"
"Nothing crazy, she just kissed me," he answered.
"Nah, it can't be that simple," I pressed, dragging another inhale of the spliff. "I've seen you stiff-arm a bitch for getting too close to you, but you want me to believe Choyce of all people was able to kiss you. That's bullshit, and you know it."
"I'm rolling with Crown on this one," Wolfe added.
"I met up with her to speak about some shit Lucian wants us to handle. I was in my head, and she caught me slipping. Shekissed me, and I reminded her why that was a terrible decision on her part," he quietly said, staring at the floor.
"Fuck that mean?" I blurted.
"It means I made her choke on my shit."
"You let her suck you up, my nigga?" Wolfe pressed.
"Fuck no! She sucked on my glock," Honor gritted.
"Provide context next time," Wolfe scoffed. "You had me thinking of places to hide your ass so Chosyn won't find you," Wolfe half-joked.
"You're the only one scared of your wife," Honor chuckled.
"Fuck I look like being afraid of my wife?"
"A smart man. Chosyn got more than a few screws loose," I reminded him, falling into the arms of my high.
My thoughts stopped sprinting and started to drift. The room felt calmer, like somebody had turned the tension down and upped the peace.
"Don't talk 'bout my wife when your goofy ass dug up a corpse and brought him to family dinner," Wolfe tossed back.
