Took a bit to think up this chapter as usual I don't own West Side. This is shorter then typical since I don't know Diesels character well.
Diesel opened the door to his rundown apartment at the sound of the knock. Surprise lit in his eyes at the sight of Riff. "Riff? Something happen?" He asked. It wasn't often that Riff showed up at his place.
"You missed war council. Decided to come by and see what's going on." Riff answered, eyes locked on Diesel.
Diesel frowned thinking back. "That was today?" At Riffs nod he stepped back to let Riff in. Riff entered the rundown apartment and Diesel shut the door behind the other Jet. "I'm uh..I'm sorry Riff."
Riff waved off the apology nonchalantly. "No worries man. What's eatin at ya?" It wasn't like Diesel to forget about war council. The guy was like Action when it came to fighting. "I know you, Diesel. Forgetting war council aint normal for you."
"Just alot goin on. My ma ain't doin well."
Riff frowned. He knew that wasn't good. "She sick?"
Diesel nodded. "We don't got money to find out what she has."
Riff laid a hand on the others shoulder. "If worse comes to worse, we got ya back."
"I never doubted that."
"You're off duty for a few days. Take care of your ma." Riff gave a stern look at signs of an argument. "I'll make it an order if ya fight me on it."
Diesel closed his mouth and nodded before Riff left his place. Diesel could only stare thoughtfully before returning to his previous task.
A few days later Diesel went to meet up with the rest of the Jets. Riff wasn't there yet so he just chilled. When a hand landed on his shoulder he glanced over.
"Hey, buddyboy. How's your ma?"
"She's doing better."
Riff gave a nod. "Good." He sat and joined in the conversation.
Diesel watched for a while as he watched his leader interact with the other Jets. He admired Riff in many ways and was proud to be a Jet.