Rynx's Delirious Fan

Club Poor

"Thanks for the ride,"

Evan didn't know if he should've stopped there or continued, so he sort of just left the statement to hang about.

"Jon."

Jonathan chuckled.

"Right, thanks though. Sorry for making you drive over here."
"It's fine."

Before Jon could roll up his window, he saw someone wave to Evan. He waved back.

"Dude, why the hell are you here so late?"
"My car's engine broke down."
"I told you to replace the damn thing."

They talked and laughed in front of him. Jon felt empty inside.

"Well, I should get going now."
"Wait, Jon."

His ears perked up.

"Hm?"
"Do you want to join us? I mean, it's sort of the only way I can repay you for driving me here."
"Sure."

They smiled. The guy playfully elbowed Evan before leading them into the club. It was just as Jon had imagined. Blaring music and screaming. However, it wasn't as uncomfortable as he thought it would be.

They ordered drinks, Evan payed for them, and talked. It was all fun and games until Jonathan's ears started ringing. A sign that a gun shot had just been fired.