Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170831234016

Leroy slammed the door shut behind Ryan, and locked the door. He listened, then when it was clear, he stepped away from the door. He looked at Kyla completely gobsmacked. It took him a second or two, but he saw straight through the disguise. "Damn, girl, what did you do to yourself?"

Glad for an excuse to abandon the fatty snacks, Kyla threw herself into his arms. "I know, it's horrible, but I had to."

Jo made wretching noises. "I don't even know," Milo said. "One minute I'm hotwiring Crabblesnitch's car, waiting for Leroy to meet me. Next thing I know; bam! I'm some how face planting the dashboard, dragged out and fists are coming at me. Next thing I know, I hear Leroy and shouting."

"They were incognito," said Leroy. "Dressed all in black. It could be anyone. They didn't look like some gang of weaklings. It could either be the Jocks, or Edgar's crew."

"It ain't Clint. He said he'll fight with me, not against me," Milo insisted.