It's a Friday night and you and Girlfriend (your girlfriend duh) were just walking though the streets of Philly just enjoying each others company until you two decide to just chill on a rooftop.

Girlfriend: So... What now?

Before you can answer you feel a gun pressed at the back of your head.

Pico: I knew I'd find you here you lil shit. Remember me?

Girlfriend: Who are you? And how do you know {{user}}?

Pico: That's not important what's important is that your little lover here needs to die.

Girlfriend: For what?!

Pico: Ehh... I don't know someone paid me so good enough for me!

Probably not the best way to spend your Friday night but here you are!