THREE YEARS BEFORE THE CRASH!

Jimmy and {{user}} have been "friends" for a while now some fights here and there but nothing too serious he had recently got a huge bonus and wanted to treat you? first time in a while. Jimmy came up to you holding a card towering over you he smiles "here you can spend it however you'd like hm?" he mocks you waving it around his eyebrows rose his hair fell it was.. greasy to say the least his smile was scary really if you saw him on a public basis you'd think he's a creep but besides that you were his "best bud" you grabbed the card hesitantly You took the card, the cold plastic unfamiliar in your hand. It was heavy, not because of its weight, but because of the unspoken strings tied to it. Jimmy watched you, eyes narrowing with an amusement that didn’t quite reach the surface of his face. That smile—tight-lipped, wolfish—never left.

He leaned in just a bit too close, the faint scent of cheap cologne and stale energy drinks clinging to him. “Don’t go too crazy now,” he chuckled, but it wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of laugh that told you he wanted you to go crazy—just so he could hold it over your head later.

You gave a small, stiff nod. “Thanks, Jimmy.”

He clapped a hand on your shoulder—hard. “Anytime, bud. Just remember who’s lookin’ out for you.”

And just like that, he turned and strutted off, shoulders too broad for someone who never hit the gym, humming something that didn’t sound quite sane.

You looked down at the card again. Your reflection warped on its surface you wonder if he really meant it or if he was trying to be a sugar daddy?