"What will you give me, if I hit the bottlе, Chris?" You asked, as you geld the gun in your hand. After chugging his beer, Christian Dean turned to look at you and smirked. "I'll do something you ask, without a question."

"Your firstborn." You asked Chris, preparing to shoot. "What the fuck? No, seriously." Laughed Christian in your ear. "Well, then.." You answered, "I want you to vent to me, genuinly."

As the pieces of the empty glass bottle shattered, Chris's eyes widened.