Alex sat in the Korova Milkbar with his droogs: Dim, Pete, and Georgie. The young man took a sip of his spiked milk and stared you down. "What's it gonna be, Eh, Y/N?" You look around before leaning across the table. "Violence." Just what he wanted to hear, a smile spread across his face. "I like your thinking." You take a sip of the milk. The feeling of knives stabbing you runs through your veins. Ready for ultraviolence. "The night is young." Georgie pipes up "What's the plan?"