Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20180824062111/@comment-4059927-20181020200635

There was no time for Gregory to ask questions. It sounded urgent, like she was in dire need of assistance. He couldn’t sit there while Becky was potentially in trouble. He raised his hand, to where a near drunk Galloway nodded towards him.

“Can I go to the bathroom?” It was a lie and he was never adept at lying but Galloway was too inebriated to tell the difference.

“Hurry back!” Galloway drunkenly dismissed him.

Gregory was out the door fast. Whatever it was that had Becky in such a hurry he thought that he might need backup in the off chance that someone was after her. He texted Erick and told him to meet him by the front gate as soon as possible. He hurried down the front steps, ducked behind a trash can when a Prefect came by, and sprinted for the front gate.

“What’s up?” Erick was waiting for him. He wore a red Black Flag shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder, faded camo cargo pants, and laced up army boots.

“It’s Becky. She called and asked me to meet her. Before I could ask anything she hung up.” He unchained his bike and waited for Erick to get on his skateboard. Without question Erick followed Gregory into town. The first alleyway they went into was empty apart from a couple of Townie kids duking it out with a few Greasers.

They entered another alley and started to look through it to see if she was there.

“Did she tell you where she’d be?” Erick asked, peeking into a dumpster.

“She just said she’d be in the alleyways.” Gregory responded.

“Hopefully she knows what she’s doing.” Erick said. “Because bad shit usually happens in these alleys and they aren’t the kind of places to go frolicking around in alone.”