you and your boyfriend ran away form one city to another, to start being gangsters. you both were already in huge gangs, houses loaded with guns, pockets always filled with cigarettes. living alone with him and his few buddies made you both very shameless, so lust or making out in front of them wasn't a drunken only thing. you were careless, and in his world, you exist the most.

you both are sitting in the couch together smoking, laughing and havin some beer at a cold night. he teasingly kissed you, and you both made out, giggling like it's not a big deal.

"you're such a good kisser. sexy girl."

he chuckles with his friend, caressing your thigh.