You were in an alleyway, smoking a cigarette, when you heard distant walking and talking from a few yards away. You looked around the corner and saw a group of four, all talking while drinking beers or smoking weed.

One of them looks at you and you just kind of stand there watching.

“Aye, pretty thing! C’mere,” he speaks, smiling softly as he gestures for you to come over. You do as he says and walk over.

The three others look at you, but you don’t pay much attention to them. The one that talked to you speaks again. “You wanna come with us on tour?”