𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬
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When they all wake up again, in an unknown place, a headache to last them a lifetime and their memory gone, they know they've all messed up again. But, this time it's even worse. The stakes a...
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TW: Alan being an idiot, weird sexual situations, and unconfortable jokes.
[She Knows - NeYo] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
A part of me completely regrets letting Alan lead us from the monastery to the destination. I thought, that maybe once in his life, he was going to save the day, but I had too high of expectations for him. I should have stuck with my gut, telling me that Alan is a fucking idiot. We're back in the street, Alan walking over to what is clearly a strip club. I think he just wanted some time off from our investugation, but he needs to remember that there is a young boy's life at stake here.
"Are you sure this is the place?" I ask.
"Yeah, pretty sure." Alan walks inside, all of us following.
The room is nice, but clearly a strip joint. I'm no stranger to a strip club, having been in a few back in my day. The room is a dark purple, the smell of alcohol which would usually make me excited, but right now makes me want to throw up, and loud music shaking the walls. A man behind a bar, which a lady in heels dances on top of, watches us walk over to him, throwing his arms in the air. "Bros, finally! I've been waiting all day for him."
"Uh, I'm sorry. Waiting for who?" Stu questions.
"Chow, that dick-ass fuck." The man at the bar spits. "Why, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong." All of us babble, sweat pouring down our hairlines.
"Okay, good. Look at this." The man reaches behind the bar. "Look what I bring for him. Check it out, huh? Huh?" He holds a large, black gun, a wide smile on his face.
"No, no, no." I shake my head, feeling nervous around such a large gun. And near Alan with such a large gun.
"$6000, American." The man beams.
"Wow, it looks so real." Alan takes it from him. Instanly, he places his finger on the trigger and a cacophony of bullets hit the ceiling, making the music turn off and everyone duck for cover. I try to hide under the bar, but I'm not quick enough. Phil leans his entire body over my head, using his body to sheild my crouched one. "Sorry. Ahem. Sorry." Alan apoligizes once the magazine has been emptied.
"Alan! What the fuck?!" I screech.
"It's okay! it's okay." The man takes the gun back. "The gun, very sensitive. Very sensitive. Everybody okay?" He shouts, to which a few dancers nervously reply. "Okay? Then get the fuck back to work! Come on! Music, please!" The music comes back on and we have to pretend like that didn't happen. "Who has my $6000?"
"No, no, no. That's Chow's deal." Stu panics. "We got nothing to do with that."
"Un-fucking-believable, man." The man groans. "This guy, if he backs out again, this shit is gonna catch up to him, okay? He's made a lot of enemies in this town and now they're your enemies."
