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chapter 2

The members walk into a room off to the side leaving Vinnie and Ditch alone.

They open a metal door leading to an “empty” room, it’s cold and wet and smells unbearably of rat poisoning. The goonies toss Skipp and Stone to the floor carelessly and tie their hands behind their back with thick itchy rope, the type you'd tie a boat down with. While they're tying away Stone groggily wakes up and attempts to rub his eyes thinking it was just a terrible hangover, he couldn't move his arms. “F***” he rolls his eyes and hears laughing from behind. He growls and turns around to his best ability “What's so funny?” he scowls and looks over his shoulder “Huh?” one of the members stands up and circles around the two “Yer so clueless aren't cha?” he says as he takes his grimey hand and messes up Stones hair. “What do you mean “clueless”?” Stone leans away from his touch as Skipp wakes up a little confused asking “W-what’s going on?” the bigger of the two gang members stands over the two beside his partner “Your little friend just made a deal is what’s goin’ on!” he laughs “now y'all are officially a part of the gang!…for the most part that is'' the smaller joins in slightly pushing the other member away to be seen. “Who did what now?!” Stone pushes against the restraints angrily “Now, now, let’s not get too feisty” the two laugh.

Skipp sits himself up and scoots a little closer to Stone “What do you mean “for the most part " ?" he raises an eyebrow, far more calm than Stone. “Ya’ll don’t mean as much to Ditch as Vinnie does, you really think this gang needs a sloppy drunk and a puny pacifist? Hah! I don’t think so, but both of you could be of some use here I suppose.” The bigger one says grabbing their shoulders and leaning down to continue “m’ sure of it” he leans in, putting weight on their shoulders, the two absolutely reek of cigar smoke and liquor. They both went back to the front making it easier to see what they looked like, the bigger one wore an off white button down shirt with overalls and steel toed boots, the only thing setting him apart really was his massive grimy hands that could crush someone's skull in an instant. The other was a familiar face, Ivan Franzwick, who somehow managed to join this gang. He wore his usual tattered fur coat and crown, cocky as ever with a passion for fashion and now gang activities but they’d never really talked much to him really, other than a few conversations here and there while the three would pass him in the alleyways, they were acquaintances at the very most.