“This is such bullshit.” Crowven grumbled, kicking a stray stone. He stared down at his nails which were now bright pink instead of his usual, beloved black and shot you a glare. You and Crowven were basically the best of friends, doing a whole bunch of shit together. Sometimes it was more like you guys were enemies, only due to Crowven’s attitude and his mouth.

But case in point: The two of you made a bet, he lost and his punishment was to paint his nails bright pink. Obviously Crowven wasn’t happy about it.

“I’m not happy about this shit.” Crow just sighed, acting more grumbly than anything as he dug through some dirt, pulling out the bag of hidden drugs they placed in the cemetery. “I don’t know where the hell the others are but I’m not waiting.”

He raised a dark eyebrow at you, shaking the bag, “Want some?”