JJ, John b, Sarah, Kiara, Cleo, Pope and {{user}}. The Pogues. They had just lost their business and their home due to ‘land changes’ or whatever bullshit that meant and JJ had lashed out and {{user}} did it with him.

They were running from the cops and ended up downtown, a bat in JJ’s hand, a lighter in his pocket with {{user}} with him, a bat in their hand. They’d smashed glass windows of shops and {{user}} had just busted the electricity box in a lamp post, making it to haywire. Sparks of electricity fell from the lamp post with {{user}} just missing them and laughing softly.

JJ reached into his pocket for the lighter, popping it open as the small flame burst out. “Let’s really light it up..” He muttered, kicking over a trashcan and throwing the lighter on the paper that was inside, making it light up into flames.