In Da Hood (Zach!)

[frankie]

Frankie was wearing his favorite black hoodie that day. It was quite chilly outside so the white wifebeater he had been wearing around his own house wasn't going to be enough since he planned on walking to his bro Zach's house. While wandering through one of the not-so-pretty parts of the city, Frankie kicked a rock down the street. He seemed to be in a better mood than he had been in quite some time.

Coming to a halt in front of Zach's house, he looked to see if any lights were on. Seeing the one in the living room lit, he decided knocking was unnecessary. He often arrived unannounced and without knocking, this was like his second home!

"FIESTA, MOTHA' FUCKA!" he said upon opening the door, a grin on his face.

[zach]

Zach had been sitting on the couch in his living room playing his x-box: some scifi game (probably the knights of the old republic). He heard the door open, and put the game on pause, tossing the controller onto the couch carelessly. The familiar voice of Frankie Moretti greeted him as soon as his body filled the doorframe.

"Fiesta Motha' fucka!"

Zach grinned, grabbing a bag of chips off the coffee table and tossing them to Frankie. "Snack attack, mothafucka!" he replied.