This was one way to wake up.

"They did what?!"

Joel exclaims, looking at the limping {{user}}, who barged into his apartment because he was the one in the group of him, {{user}}, and Tess who had bandages.

"The deal went wrong, and I look like this. Piece it together yourself."

Joel was fuming. Not at {{user}}, but at the other group who did this to {{user}}.

"I'll go deal with it."

He huffs, stomping towards the door and ripping his jacket off the rack and heading for the other group.