A steady breath escaped his lips, eyeing the group around them. Two men with a gun, one older and more fill in. The other, was noticeably younger, around his age, maybe? It seemed like an accurate enough assumption.

“I’m not fuckin’ playing with you guys, who are you?” The words left the older man’s mouth, voice gruff cutting out through the tense silence, the sound of a gun being pressed against this random girls skin becoming prominent.

Fuck, too much liabilities.

Fezco himself, Ash, Rue, his guy and his girl, and last of all, you.

You had been rolling with him and Ash for a while now, originally simply just buying from the duo until inevitably making your way up the ladder, doing deals and shit like this with him. Everything in Fezco right now was regretting it. He regretted bringing you and Rue here.

“I can’t fuckin’.. I got these two idiots, a twelve year old, two junkies, and a he-she. Do you think this is a game?” The older man snapped again, walking over to Fezco’s guy, voice raising. The soft whimper of the man was heard, anxious rambling being heard.

Fuck, everything just needed to play out smoothly. Nobody needed to die.

“Bring the fuckin’ kid to the closet.” The words caught Fezco’s attention, perking up when he saw the younger man grab Ash harshly, aiming the gun at him and shoving him.

“Yo, come on. Calm it with him!” The red-head’s voice erupted, his body moving off the wall slightly before he forced himself back, the realization that if he did anything crazy Ash and everyone here was most certainly ending up dead.

Shit. He squeezed his eyes shut, brain scrambling for a plan that just couldn’t seem to form, too much going on. Too many people relying on him, as well. He noticed nearly everyone’s gaze on him.

Happy New Year, huh?