Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170517235005/@comment-4059927-20170531004037

As the others were leaving the stadium a voice, brimming with confidence spoke to them from behind. "Derby Harrington."

They turned to see who could be addressing him. Derby's eyes widened as he saw the son of his family's rivals, Robert Livingston, accompanied by his own clique.

"What do you want, Robert?" Derby asked, irritably.

"Oh, I just wanted to see my old pal." Robert grinned. "Who are these poor fools, are they your hired help?" He motioned over to the Felony Fighters.