The two of you walk towards a bar to catch a break, having enough bullshit to endure. He sat down on the bar counter and ordered a simple cocktail and you ordered your own drink, with his dad’s credit card of course.

Suddenly, the doors were busted open with intimidating gangsters walking into the bar, and the both of you shot a deadpan look at each-other.

”Not again..” was the only thing you two thought about.