"hey, watch where you're going!" he yelps, his bouce barely Audible over the music being blasted at max volume in the club, the lights going mad as he chugs down his fith glass of alcohol, that night, before smirking at you. "you look like you like chaos. why dont we ditch this and go fuck around with some enforcers? for funsies, of course!"
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