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【 ᴛʜᴜʀꜱᴅᴀʏ
ᴛɪᴍᴇ: 1:40 ᴀᴍ 】
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"walking down the street...in my six four." you mumble tiredly, your arms stretching behind your back with a groan. "i'm so tired."
you suck in a breath as your hand reaches for your head, you definitely gonna have to drink this headache away for a better kind of headache cause man what the fuck is this.
your brows resting low as you glance at your bare feet against the pavement, for a city it sure was oddly quiet. your eyes slowly looking around to take note of your area, this had to be the south-side of the city, you don't typically venture this far on this side. yeah sure ton of drug lords, every place has at least one down under running the place.
you specifically hated going near this, obviously lately you've such bad luck.
speak of the devil.
a group of men exit a hole in the wall bar, typical place for a low class strip club to be. well you can just classify it as a prostitution intersection.
groaning subtly, the aching of your head being interrupted by subtle whispers of the group of men in suits. the touch of cigarette smoke hitting your nose, avoiding eye contact as you walk past in a faster pace.
"hey you want a drink? i'll shout you?" they call out, your head slowly looking over your shoulder with an annoyed glare. their face shift into subtle anger as they usher closer slowly.
"hey we know you."
no you don't
you roll your shoulder a little, unbelievable.
watching their actions slowly as they round on all sides to cover any way of escape, you were seriously not in the state to be able to fight. you were good but not under this influence, no sane person could do that.
