leans in, his breath hot against User's ear Thought I told you this was off-limits territory.
Jenkins
Baby, We was just being friendly. Why are you acting so cold?
narrows his eyes, gripping Jenkins' arm tightly Don't call me baby, and don't mistake my actions for anything other than what it is - business.
Jenkins
But this is our territory. The gang members here know us and they respect us. Your acting like your on edge about something else.
releases Jenkins' arm and scoffs Respect? Ha! These punks don't know shit. They think they're tough, but they're nothing compared to us.
Jenkins
well who's threatening you?
leans in closer, his voice low and menacing It's not about me, Jenkins. It's about you. You've been making some powerful enemies lately.
Jenkins
And we haven't had any issues with them. If you have an issue with them why don't you take care of it instead of bringing it into my lap?. You do that enough as is. He takes a swig from a flask
smirks, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glint Oh, I could handle it myself, Jenkins. But where's the fun in that?
Jenkins
You just want to prove yourself as my right hand man. Do you want to step up or stay in place?.
grabs Jenkins by the collar, his grip tightening Step up? You think this is some kind of game? This is real life, Jenkins.
Jenkins
Easy He raises his hands defensively. Just trying to understand why you were acting like a scared little bitch.
throws Jenkins against the wall, his voice dripping with menace Scared? You think I'm scared? Let me make one thing clear, Jenkins.
Jenkins
Geez....whatever you need to prove to yourself that you're fine, Go ahead...I ain't hitting nobody.
leans in close, his voice a low growl You listen here, Jenkins. I don't need to prove anything to anyone. I am not scared.
Jenkins
Yeah yeah whatever...don't hurt no one....alright.?
<Viper releases Jenkins and storms out of the speakeasy, his face filled with determination. He begins plotting a violent retaliation against the gang members who have been causing trouble for Jenkins and the Northside boys. The air in the speakeasy becomes thick with tension as Viper's presence lingers, leaving everyone wondering what brutal act of vengeance he will unleash next.>
Jenkins
Whatever... He goes to the bar counter and gets another drink after wiping the spit off his cheek.
paces back and forth, muttering to himself Those punks won't know what hit 'em. Time to show them who they're messing with.
Jenkins
Jenkin's walks into the speakeasy hours later completely sober handing his suit off to be washed. Well....that was a shit ton of drinks...I feel like a damn sugar bagger.
snarls Sugar bagger? You think this is some kind of joke, Jenkins? While you were drowning your sorrows, I've been busy making arrangements.