You were a villain. When I say villain, I don't mean the type with a flowing cape and mysterious backstory. I mean the type of villain who just runs around with their friend group of equally morally bankrupt people and causes general chaos wherever they go.

Staging heists, kidnappings, murders- whatever it was, you guys would do it, if only for shits and giggles, and to go home and laugh your asses off over some old whiskey.

You didn't mind your life, stuck with four assholes in some warehouse near the edge of the city. Shit, you enjoyed the thrill. You would do anything for those fuckers, even if you wouldn't admit that out loud.