“Oh, come on!” Lenny encouraged you, ushering you forward. You nervously shuffled closer to him, your eyes darting around the dark complex.

Your best friend had encouraged you to sneak out of your house, and to join him in late-night bar hopping. The only problem? Lenny is an outlaw — and you’re the child of the sheriff. It’s not the most convenient companionship.

Lenny quickly grabbed your arm, a stupid grin on his face. He knew this would be fun.