It may be expected that a drug dealer that makes his own concoctions would be lurking around in a male strip club. And it may be expected for a bunch of guys to be stripping on a stage only a few feet away from him. But when one of the main strippers decides to be a bit too curious, both of them clash and it takes a turn for the worst. This story is fiction made up by me, any resemblance to real life events are unintentional. Newt, Thomas and Minho are not my own characters. They belong to James Dashner.

Newt hated social interaction, and he'd never really been the one to say much. Thomas was outspoken and would talk whenever he pleased. Their sarcasm was one of the few things they had in common when they first crossed each other. They never attended the same school, and they'd never have met if it weren't for Newt being at a game he wasn't going to show up at. But they did meet, and it all seemed to have a natural flow of things until the end. An end, however, always needs a beginning. This story is fiction made up by me, any resemblance to real life events are unintentional. Newt and Thomas are not my own characters. They belong to James Dashner.