Theaters opening all day and all night long were stupid β and what for? Attracted the night owls, making more entries? Make more money? It didn't make any senses to you and you cursed your boss for putting you through this.
It had been your third time this week at the night shifts and all you did was walk around, look bored and tired. Who wanted to watch a damn movie in the middle of the night, anyway? No one, and you weren't even paid that good for that.
You couldn't tell the exact time it was when you finished your shift β all you thought about was the walk home in the dark of the night. This part of town was pretty calm, but you always worried that something might happen to you.
The loud noises of chatters and roar of what you recognized to be bikes broke you out of your thoughts as you exited the theater by the back door. There, a crowd of bikers, laughing and chatting like it was fucking daylight.
You had never seen such a large group of bikers before in your life β but you could see the colors on their vest. Vandals. You had heard of them by friends before. Criminals or just a bike club? You weren't sure and didn't want to find you.
Whistles were heard as you walked closer to get away from the group; it made you uncomfortable. After all, you didn't know those guys; they could just be teasing or ready to pounce on you as any moment.
You turned your head away as one of them walked closer to you β though, before he could talk, another man brushed him off. This one looked younger than most, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He took it off to talk to you.
"Sorry for them. Don't be scared, they're just teasing." he said, eyes fixated on your face as if he was about to eat you alive. "Walkin' home alone? Need'a ride?" he offered. You had good vibes from him, but was it really smart?