@WriteOutofTime
Enzo flipped over to the news channel. Nothing much going on, just some random supervillian terrorizing the public. Wait. What? "Are you guys seein' this," he demanded, "or have I lost my sh*t?"
Enzo flipped over to the news channel. Nothing much going on, just some random supervillian terrorizing the public. Wait. What? "Are you guys seein' this," he demanded, "or have I lost my sh*t?"
"You guys should stay updated, like you could look out the damn window," Rosana said, reminding them of her presence.
"Nah, who the hell is that?" Max says, leaning forward in his seat.
"Both," Binh An replied, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. "I am in fact seeing the that, and you have lost your sh*t."
"It's an actual, bona-fide villain," Enzo pointed out tiredly. "Like. Killing people and everything. Should we…?"
"What? Become heroes and help? That would be absurd," Max says slumping back.
Dare said, "Who f**king cares as long as it's not us?"
"I don't know. Maybe we should just go watch." Enzo motioned to the TV. "We only get like, six channels. Might as well go see a live show."
"Hey, I'm not blowing myself up. You go if you want."
"Are you scared, amiga?" he asked with a teasing smirk. "Never pegged you as a pussy."
"Are you scared, amiga?" he asked with a teasing smirk. "Never pegged you as a pussy."
"No, I'm smart. I want to wake up tomorrow you idiot."
"Whatever," he shrugged, standing up and tossing her the remote. "Be careful with my TV. I'm going to check it out. Anyone wanna tag along?"
"I'll come," She chirped.
"Listen, I'll come to keep you guys safe. No other reason."
"Got nothing better to do," Max shrugs.
Binh An watched the broadcast, his eyebrows furrowing. "They have pyrokinesis? No thanks. I'd prefer to be alive."
"That's what I wanna hear," Enzo grinned, running a hand through his hair. He slipped on his slides and wondered if he should change out of his dingy bathrobe. Nah. "Let's go."
"Sure, lead the way," Max pushes himself up, indicating for Enzo should go through the door.
Dare grudgingly got up, drained her beer, and walked out the door.
Enzo led the way down the dull gray hallway and down the steps to the side walk. Everyone was screaming around them. Enzo winced at the noise and the chaos –his OCD and chaos did not mix well. The smell of smoke filled the air. "What a mess."
"Meh," Rosana shrugged off his comment acting like everything was perfectly normal.
"Do you think there's looting?" Max says, suddenly getting excited.
"Oh, maybe," Enzo replied. "You can look around if you want. Maybe bring me a new TV?" He headed for the proverbial eye of the storm, hoping to catch a glimpse of the super villain.
Sam looked up from their book, hearing a large noise outside. "Goddammit, it's the weird neighbors again," they muttered, heading outside to knock on the door. "Hey! Assholes! Shut the fuck up!"
"Sure," Max walks off, hands in pockets, into a store with a broken window. He goes in and hops over the counter. Opening the cash register he takes out two £20 then takes a few of the plastic bags from the side. He fills them with snacks and drinks.
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