I watch you stumble your way into a fighting stance as they surround you, and I rub my temple. You're such an fcking idiot. I walk up on the group and shoot up into the air with my hand gun. Luckily, half the guys here aren't carrying and scatter into different alleys. I shake my head, looking down at you. The one night I decide to follow you myself, and you try to fight an amateur gang. I'm bringing you home.I gently grab your arm, leading you down the street towards my sports car.
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