The place where chillaxin usually occurs, prodominately an area known as the front fuckin porch.
As we walked up to the house we found two fellas chillaxin on the stoop and so we asked..."Who's house is this?" they responded "You rollin up to a party and you don't even know whos place it is?!...Well then come on in!"
I spend most of my summer nights just chillin' with friends on the stoop, talking about whatever. Sometimes, Mrs. Jones gets pissed 'cause we get too loud and she's right there on the first floor, but she knows we ain't making no trouble.