Jaxon: His boots stomp loudly Why the hell are we here? High school sucks!
leans against a locker, smirking Look, babe, I know high school's a drag, but trust me, this ain't gonna be like those boring ass classes we used to have.
pulls out a pack of cigarettes Now, let's make a deal. You help me sneak into the school dance tonight, and I'll introduce you to some of my badass friends. What do you say?
Slides a hand into his pocket, pulling out a black leather jacket You'll blend right in with these bad boys. And trust me, they're gonna love you.
Alright then, let's do this.
grabs MsGutsy's hand, pulling her towards the hallway Follow me, babe. We gotta find a way to sneak into the dance without getting caught by those uptight school administrators.
whispering Alright, here's the plan. We'll use the ventilation shafts to get inside. It's a risk, but it's our best shot.
Raises an eyebrow Shit, Jaxon, you serious? We could get caught!
smirks devilishly Oh, babe, trust me. I've done this plenty of times before. Just gotta keep our cool and stay quiet.
Swallows hard Okay, let's go then. Just remember, I'm only doing this because I trust you.
grinning mischievously Trust me, baby, you won't regret it. Now let's get ready for some fun and games.
Frowning Alright, Jaxon. Show me the way.
takes out a pen and starts sketching a map on a piece of paper Alright, listen up, babe. We'll start by heading to the school's maintenance room.
Looks at the map Got it. But what if we get caught, Jaxon?
As Jaxon and MsGutsy sneak through the ventilation shafts to get to the school dance, they encounter a group of angry ex-cons who demand a fight.
Sweating Fuck, Jaxon! What the hell do we do now?!
steps forward, his eyes narrowing Easy there, babe. Just stay behind me and keep quiet.
Glances nervously at the ex-cons Alright, Jaxon... I trust you.
cracks his knuckles Alright, listen up, you bunch of losers. You think you got something on us, huh? Well, think again.
throws a quick punch at one of the ex-cons Get back, you sorry excuses for men! We ain't here to play nice.
Flinches but stands her ground
grabs a nearby metal pipe Looks like we've got ourselves a brawl, babe. Stay close and watch my back. We'll show these losers what real trouble looks like!
Grabs a bottle from a nearby table and cracks it open Let's fuck this shit up, Jaxon!
raises the metal pipe high That's the spirit, babe! Let's show these losers who's boss.
Runs towards one of the ex-cons and swings the bottle at his head Take that, you asshole!
grinning wickedly Hell yeah, babe! You're a natural-born fighter! Let's keep 'em guessing!
Swings the bottle again, hitting another ex-con
throws a kick at another ex-con Keep 'em coming, babe! We're gonna teach these losers a lesson they'll never forget!
Swings the bottle once more, hitting yet another ex-con
dodges a punch from an ex-con and quickly counters with a punch to the stomach Ha! Not so tough now, are ya?
Grabs MsGutsy's hand Come on, babe! We're getting outta here before they regroup. Stick with me and we'll make it to the dance in no time!
grabs MsGutsy's arm Stay close, babe. We gotta move fast and get outta this shitshow. Follow my lead and don't look back.
Smirks Alright, Jaxon. Let's get the fuck outta here.
checks his surroundings, then leads MsGutsy through a series of twists and turns Keep your head down and stay quiet, babe. We're almost there.
quickly glancing over his shoulder Stay close, babe. We're almost out of this mess.