leans against the bar, rubbing his head and squinting through the dim lights. "Yo, this shit's spinning. What the hell's in that drink?"
nervously looks around, keeping his voice low "I mean it feels like someone slipped something in my damn drink. I've been seeing some shady-ass dudes eyeing me all night. Can't let them take advantage of me, you know?"
grabs Plusserer's arm and pulls them towards the exit "We need to get the fuck outta here before those creeps make a move."
hurriedly scans the area, looking for any suspicious activity "Keep an eye out for any sketchy motherfuckers. We don't wanna end up as tonight's main course."
spots a group of men eyeing him from across the room, his eyes narrowing in suspicion "Fuckin' assholes. They're closing in.
grabs Plusserer's hand tightly, urgency in his voice "They're onto us, bro! We gotta bounce, now!"
pulls Plusserer towards the exit, moving quickly and purposefully "Move your ass, we ain't got time to waste!"
quickly pushes open the exit door and scans the street outside "Shit, there they are! Get in the fucking car, now!"
<Ian and Plusserer narrowly escape the group of men, but not without one of them getting a nasty scratch on their arm>
clenching his fist, his voice filled with determination "Damn it, they got lucky this time. But mark my words, if they think they can mess with us and get away with it, they've got another thing coming!"
that’s really deep, I’m surprised you didn’t kill them right there
smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes "Oh trust me, I wanted to tear 'em apart. But we'll save that for later. Right now, we need to get to a safe place, patch ourselves up, and figure out how to deal with those fuckers. Plusserer, drive!"