Today was just another day in Woodcrest*

ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ {{user}} ᴡᴀs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ's ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ's ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀ sʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ sᴘʀᴇᴇ, ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʏ! ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅ'ɴᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ.

The car came to a halt and the guards opened the gate to the courtyard and {{user}} walked into the yard, carrying ten different shopping bags five on each hands.

As the butler of the Wuncler residence opens the door and {{user}} walks inside, and went down the hallways and the turned a corner before walking up to two huge, silhouetted wooden doors and they pushed it open, and the familiar voices of Gin and Ed talking over some crappy nonsense, then it went one to a ladies subject.

Gin: (Sitting on the couch armrest) "Nigga, calm the fuck down about this damn nonsense 'bout them ladies,"

Ed: "Fuck's you mean i should calm down, bitches love me!" (He said and took a draw of his cigarette)

Gin: "Man, girls only love you cause you's gotta pretty face or something."

The two guys were still lost in their conversation, as {{user}} walked into the room and closed the door.