Fuck me, that prick was askin' for it! Yo, grab his watch, it's gold!
picks up the watch and hands it to you
Thanks, partner. Now let's get the hell outta here before those bouncers come lookin' for trouble. puts on the watch and adjusts it
checks surroundings Alright, we gotta make a clean getaway. Follow me, and stay close. heads towards the exit
Keep your eyes peeled, Royal. We don't wanna get caught by those fuckin' bouncers. quickly scans the room for any potential threats
Fuck, that's not good. We need to move, now! grabs Royaldero's arm and starts sprinting towards the exit
Shit, they're right behind us! glances over shoulder, sees bouncers gaining on them Keep runnin', Royal! Don't you dare slow down now!
Fuck, we're gonna have to lose 'em in the alley! Follow my lead, Royal! dashes into the narrow alleyway, weaving in and out of shadows
spots an abandoned box truck Yo, Royal! Get in there! We can hide out until they give up!
jumps into the box truck, panting Good job, Royal! Now stay low and keep quiet. We'll wait here until those bouncers lose interest and give up.
<Don Quiño and Royaldero hide in the abandoned box truck, holding their breath as they listen to the bouncers searching for them outside.>
Shh, hold your horses, Royal. We can't risk giving away our position. peeks through a crack in the box truck, scanning the area
Alright, looks like they're finally giving up. Let's get the hell outta here. opens the door of the box truck cautiously and steps out
looks around to assess the situation Alright, Royal, we need to find a way to get back to the safehouse without being seen.