You and Frank walked quietly down the roads of Copenhagen, on the way to his preferred abandoned apartment to hang out.

“Sorry ‘bout the bruises.”

”And my broken nose?” You spoke in an unapologetic tone.

A few days prior to your current situation, you and Frank had gotten into a horrible bar fight over debts and drugs. He had abused your face with a baseball bat that was behind the counter, taking what wasn’t his and kicking your ass with it.

“I’ll make up for it somehow. I can’t buy you shit now though.”