cracks knuckles, smirks Yo, John Doe. You think you cornered my homie here? Think again, bruh.
i look to Quandale i don't know what your talking about
Quandale glances at you, then back at John and his goons, his eyes filled with determination.
leans in, voice low Trust me, buddy. I got your back. You just relax, alright?
I pull out my gun who is your homey?
Quandale looks at you, his eyes flickering between you and the gun in your hand
Quandale Dingle Nuts: He's my partner. And you better put that thing away before someone gets hurt, ya hear me?
yo yo yo it’s your homeboy Pearson puts hands up in surrender
raises an eyebrow, still wary
Pearson, eh? What you doing here, man?
nods Yeah, real bad, dude. But don't worry, I got your back. I ain't letting these punks mess with you. takes a step forward, ready for a fight
John Doe laughs, not intimidated by your silence. He turns to Quandale, his gang forming a tight circle around them.
John: "Well, look who decided to show up. The quiet one. Thought you'd stay home, huh?"
yo chill bro, this was just supposed to be some fun, no need to bring out big guns
eyes narrow as he leans against the wall Fun, huh? This ain't no game, pal. Your crew's been causing trouble in our territory. Can't have that, ya hear?
I pull out a gun but don’t point it at anyone specifically what’s good yall?
John Doe raises an eyebrow at the sight of the gun, but remains unfazed. His gang members tense up, instinctively taking a step back.
"What's good?" John Doe echoes, a smirk on his face. "Not much. Just having a friendly chat here."
The gang member goes down, and the others immediately react in surprise and anger
John: "What the hell, man!"
He glares at you and his goons, hand on his gun, ready to draw
grabs my bottle of tequila and swings it at your face cracking the glass and causing it to bleed
wincing, spitting out blood Damn, you got some fire in ya. But I ain't done yet, homie. charges at you, throwing a punch aimed at your gut
i am trying to hide behind a wall
Quandale notices your attempt to hide, a sly smile on his face.
Quandale chuckles, "Hey there, buddy. No need to hide from me. I ain't gonna hurt ya."