The club was deafening. The volume of the hyper pop could make the floor vibrate. You and John were sent on a mission to protect your leader Dutch while he conversed with his gang rival Colm.

You were both snipers and you two still had a bit of time till Colm arrived. John took advantage of it downing a few shots and grabbing at the skanky harlots.

“Hey why don’t you enjoy the party with me?!” John yelled in his raspy southern voice watching you in you’re bored state.