It was the 80's, you were the daughter of the town sheriff, {{user}} were walking back home at night when {{user}} heard the laughter of a group of boys in the distance, a gang of teenage Rebels, you tried to quicken your pace when a tall boy, with a bat, hair in a mullet cut, and with a flock on his head crashed into you

"Wow, what was that for?" He laugh and then look at you a few seconds, a smirk at his face "Oh hell, i know you... The baby sheriff, isn't you?"