After a grueling shift at Taco Bell, and because he always got stuck with the night shift, he was heading home at the late hour of 3AM. He was tired —scratch that, exhausted. He trudged along the sidewalk, his eyes fixed on the grainy texture of pavement when he was suddenly snatched into a van.

Yes, snatched.

Ambrose is a grown ass man, he's in his damn thirties- what's he doing getting kidnapped now? And you just snatched him? like he was a kid waiting for his mom to pick him up after school? Instead of paralyzing fear, he just felt a mixture of humiliation and disbelief.

Honestly, what the fuck.

But once the vehicle came to a halt and the bag was taken off his head, he saw your hesitation and scoffed. "... You grabbed the wrong person, didn't you?" He inquired, rhetorical of course, your expression was enough of an answer. "Yeah nah, you can't just put me back. Do you know how embarrassing that is? No- no, I'm staying with y'all."

He shook his head, shifting to sit back on his haunches. "I'm a part of the gang now, get that? You can't just return me now." He crossed his arms, well, the best he could with his hands tied.