Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-4059927-20170826022502

"Hey, Ryan!" A voice could be heard from the lower level. Ryan walked over to the railing and looked over, it was Michael. "When you're done getting everyone who we're mutually acquainted with hurt, we need to talk."

"Shit." Ryan mumbled to himself.

Moments later Michael bounded up the stairs. "You're a fucking motherfucker." Michael growled, picking Ryan up effortlessly, and throwing him onto the ground. "Someone just beat up Greg, and I got a text saying that I fucked up."

"Michael calm down!" Ryan screamed, throwing his forearms up to shield himself from the barrage of punches that would surely be raining down on him.

"'Oh, calm down Michael, your friends are getting beat up, why don't you just calm down?' Not a chance, you dick, they're after Jo too, and I can't find her." A look of deeply ingrained concern, and worry could be read from the expression on his face. He raised his fist, ready to thrust it down on Ryan's jaw, but he held back.