Slow Down | •Tory Lanez• (Editing Updates Slow)

Introductions- Part II

Tory (In media)

**Slurp**

Tory sat in his recliner receiving top from some chick he had recently picked up a couple hours ago. To be frank, he'd lost interest minutes ago.

Top dry as fuck and I bet if she didn't have my dick in her mouth, she'd be talking my ear off like she'd been doing since I met her, he thought.

He watched her head bob up and down and after a couple more minutes, he determined he wasn't tolerating the useless act anymore, so gently moving her head off him, he got up.

"Did I do something wrong?" She asked in a petite voice.

Disrespecting females wasn't his thing, so he made up a faulty excuse and called his chauffeur.

After she left, he got in the shower. He'd been taking care of his business when his phone started going off, a look over at the panel installed in his shower and he discovered his man's Hakeem was calling.

Both had been best friends since they'd met trying to make a living off selling drugs.

He accepted the call.

"Aye mayne," Keem's voice boomed over the speaker system that echoed within the bathroom, making Tory cover his ears.

As a result, he turned towards the panel once again, turning the volume down.

"What you doing?" asked Keem, laughing at someone or something in the background.

"Getting out the shower. Boutta chill for the rest of the night for real," he answered before doing exactly that and wrapping a towel around his waist. He headed in the direction of his room.

"Hell nahh. Word? What happened with lil shorty you took home?" Keem's voice carried over to the speakers in his room.

"Don't worry bout it nigga, you know Ion like to kiss and tell." He was looking through his drawers for boxers.

"Yea whatever, shorty was looking right, though." Tory was walking back into the bathroom to grab his phone off the marble counter.

"...Yo Tory, you listening?!" he yelled, hoping to draw his best friend's attention.

"Yea, nigga what?"

"I was saying we hitting club Cobrah, you trynna swing through? It's some bad chicks outchea tonight and I know the club owner. I could prolly get you on stage tonight..." Keem continued sounding slightly distracted.

If it meant making a little more money Tory was down, shoot he wanted a family to take care of one day, but for now, he had a materialistic hunger he had to feed.

"Yea, I hear you. See how much he's trynna pay, I'll be down there in bout an hour," he responded before hanging up.

Walking into his walk-in closet. He pulled out a pair of black jeans, his St. Louis button down jersey shirt, and his Timbs. Then turning around he grabbed a gold watch, two rings to match, and his black snapback with "CIVIL" across the front. Finally, he threw on some cologne.

Heading downstairs into the kitchen he took a snack before heading out.