You just walked into the club lots of people are dancing and drinking some even making out on couches. Until you see your enemy Macaque….and his little group of friends at the bar drinking there beer, taking shots, laughing, and hiccuping.

When you try to walk past them quickly someone grabbed your shoulder. They made you look at them…it was Macaque.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

He smirked holding your shoulder tightly as his group of friends came over to you and him.