Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160914130216/@comment-2173402-20170624222509

"Be my fuckin' guest, Harrington. See if I give a shit. You do that and I'll shove my brother's gun up your tight little--"

"All of you, shut up," Garrett boomed, pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows knitted together. He spoke to all of them, his voice carrying the authority of a father. "We clean your shit. Fuck off," he said to Derby. "And you two," he turned to Jason and Erick, "shut your mouths. I'm sick of your voices."

He looked especially annoyed by the fact that he was speaking so much today. Surely, they'd pay later.