<div style="text-align: center"><b><u><span style="font-size: 18px">Old Hop</span></u></b><br/>​</div>Ah the weekends, he looked forward to it. To some it was an unnecessary gathering, some had gotten so used to the dinner its significance is lost on them. Only a few still appreciated the tradition, but even they can not fully understand its importance.<br/><br/>The voice of Mobb Deep singing Shook Ones II resounded the walls of the house blending perfectly with the running shower upstairs. Jakob had a strong affection for his songs, especially the ones from the 90's. Still in a bath towel, a shaving stick in hand he danced to the song booming out the boom box.<br/><br/>"¶...Rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nose bone.<br/>You all alone in these streets, cousin<br/>Every man for they self in this land we be gunning<br/>And keep them shook crews running, like they supposed to<br/>They come around but they never come close to<br/>I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place<br/>Cowards like you just get they whole body laced up<br/>With bullet holes and such<br/>Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched<br/>You can put your whole army against my team and<br/>I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathing<br/>Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major<br/>You're all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player..." He rapped along, the words now imbedded in his heart. He had to pause to run the blade on his cheek, one won't want to use his healing gift unnecessary. As the song played on he nodded, relating the lyrics to his family. He trusted his pack, their prowess and strength. Come what may, he's as rigid as a mountain behind them. Cause family comes first, he had learnt it the hard way years back when he ran wild as a lone wolf...so yeah, you were either in the pack or out of the territory. Their ain't no middle grounds. Only pack rules.<br/><br/>"'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks<br/>Scared to death, scared to look, they shook<br/>'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks<br/>Living the live that of diamonds and guns<br/>There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds<br/>Some get shot, locked down and turn nuns<br/>Cowardly hearts and straight up shook ones, shook ones<br/>He ain't a crook son, he's just a shook one!!" He rapped on as brown liquid splattered atop a block of ice in a glass cup. He picks up the cup of bourbon and downs it in one gulp.<br/><br/>His wristwatch starts beeping, alarming him that he was late to the feast. "Dang it!!" He cursed killing the music. He quickly rounded up his shaving and dashed out into his bedroom. A few minutes later he's on the porch locking the door, dressed in a simple white shirt atop matching black pants and black shoes. As was his style he left the first three buttons open revealing his light greying chest hairs and a small gold neckband. A relic from one of his many travels. He had a classic cowboy hat on, from his time in the old west. He almost never went anywhere without the old hat, one would wonder again though why the fabric of the hat was never worn or shriveled with age.<br/><br/><br/>Aside from music Jakob had a thing for fast cars. He had an epic collection from the Ferrari F40 of the 80's, the McLaren F1 of the 90's and his personal favorite the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fpictures.topspeed.com%2FIMG%2Fjpg%2F200603%2F2006-ssc-ultimate-aero-4.jpg&amp;hash=7c84d57f3ed5252fa2d73bae3d75f7c2" href="https://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/jpg/200603/2006-ssc-ultimate-aero-4.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">SSC Aero</a>of the early 2000's.<br/><br/>Turning out unto the highway, his mind drifts to the pack, it had been eerily quiet of late. Two years of peace, he should be happy. He was, still he couldn't shake the feeling of impending dread. He was old enough to sense such tranquility never lasted, he just hoped they were prepared for whatever it was this time.<br/><br/>........<br/><br/>He drives past the Howl Hour, sparing it only a second glance as he sped past. He made a mental note to stop by once the feast was over. A few more miles and he's seen parking the car in a clearing before continuing on foot into the woods. "Maybe I should try bikes next.." He said thinking how cool it'd be to drive directly unto the ground.<br/><br/>The lanterns and light chatter testified up front that he was late today. As he approached the table he greets everyone and responded warmly. Turning to the alpha, he raised his hat and bowed ever slightly as he greets. "Zephyr!"<br/><br/>He then take his usual place. "This, as always is a grand setup...worthy of all praise." He praised the little one Neviah as he reached for a bottle of Bourbon. As he filled the glass, he observed the faces of all on the table, His eyes linger on Velaria for a while noting her expression. She reminded him of someone from his past. He smirked then shift his gaze to Tatum<br/>"Hope you didn't break any bones tonight? " he asked jokingly. He was aware of her feisty temper which was easily pricked by his drunk patrons. She needed to learn control, and though he hadn't told her and might never do, she was improving in that category.<br/><br/>His gaze falls to Enzo, he's surprised to find him in the feast. Lyden had mentioned something about a rogue scent on the territory and was gonna check it out, he assumed Enzo most likely will be with him.<br/><br/>"Did you receive any call from Snow?" He finally ask as he set down the glass.