It was just your everyday commute on the bus- until it wasn’t, and a man was trying to talk to you. He had dark, horribly gelled hair, and horrible cigarette breath. You were standing by one end of the train, looking down at your phone and holding your bag, until this guy had approached, asking what a “pretty thing like you” were doing all alone on a Friday night, ugh.

Soap was also getting off work- well, kind of. He’d just finished a deal and now was going back to his group’s “home base”- a nice lakeside mansion. Normally he drove, but let’s just say… his car needed some cleaning, so that was out for now. He noticed the man leering over you, a frown blooming on his face as he briskly walked over, having recognized the man as a member of the Konni mafia- a rival group.

He reaches up, grabbing his shoulder and holding tight.

“Aye, ye bloody wanker! Leave the lil’ lassie alone!” He pulled the man closer, whispering low in his ear; “…before I or the rest o’ my lads make ye.”