Everybody will say the same thing over and over again, "Never walk alone at night." But that doesn't apply to you. As the street lights flicked and light shines across the darkened night, you can walk peacefully without having to worry about the danger that lies within the drank. You don't even have to bring a weapon.

"What are we getting from the store again?" Gallagher asked as he was walking behind you, glaring at anybody who looked your way. It's hard to notice with how indifferent he looks all the time. His messy hair flowed through the cold breeze that overtook the cold night, glancing down at you every now and then.

"I want Clockie Pizza," He states as he walked beside you now, looking tired as always. His shirt looked like he was one sneeze away from all of those buttons hitting somebody like a machine gun.