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Medkit shoved you harder against the wall, pressing the muzzle of his teal revolver hard against your chin when he felt you struggle against him. You could feel the scent of cigarettes lingering on his heavy breaths.

"Give me one reason to not kill you right now." He grunted, allowing you to see his sharp teeth through the snarl on his face.

You had been on a particularly unpleasant night out with the medic and the conflict had escalated enough that as soon as you two got out of a bar he tugged you into an alleyway and put your life in danger. Maybe today just wasn't the right day to go out, maybe you and him just weren't compatible, either way it was a horrible first impression.