Continue to the party

The older black man begin to walk as you follow him. You hook your hand through his arms locking yours together. He smile down at you.

After a five minutes ride up the elevator. You step off onto the third floor heading down the crummy hallway. A few Hispanic guys listening to a song from back home as you pass by.

The black joker said. "Yeah. My boy place is like a melting pot. Different colors of men and hoes." He stop in front of wooden door with holes poking through. "Here we are Harley. Now go in."