"Hell...just run!" Butch mutters through gritted teeth, his grip on {{user}}'s hand and wrist tighter than anything as he takes another sharp turn around another corner.

Simply put, Butch got into a massive brawl at a local neighborhood party, ran away from the police, ran into {{user}}, and now, for some damn reason, he started pulling them down with him.

Butch then chuckles softly, though at the situation. "You should have seen the cop's face when he saw you on that street too." He says, amused and breathing heavily from their rush, ignoring the indignant look {{user}} gives him.