"That wasn't fun at all!" Keagan puffed his cheeks. He kicked everything he came across.
Broken pieces of glassware? Kick.
Random ice tools lying on the floor? Kick.
Stool? Kic-
"OUCH!" Keagan yelped in pain. Pain seethed through him with a terrible intensity.
"Serves you right! Who told you to vent your anger on innocent objects?" Fred sounded in a jocular mood. Keagan looked at Fred with hostility.
"You have no right to talk to me like that, pizza thief!" Keagan barked loudly.
"I thought we dropped that topic last night!" Fred grunted as he pushed the back door open. Keagan stopped at his tracks and turned to face Fred.
"Dropped it? You know I hold grudges for an exceptionally long time. Especially when it comes to my pizza," Keagan scorned.
Fred held up both of his hands in the air.
"Okay dude. I get it."
Keagan smirked and turned to walk out of the club. He saw a familiar silhouette leaning against a shiny Aston Martin.
"Ooh, look at that Fred! Bob is here~" Keagan skipped towards the car.
Fred was muttering profanities behind Keagan when suddenly, he bumped into a wall.
"A wall? I thought the road here is clear?" Fred doubted. Confused, he lifted his head up.
"K, have you gone crazy? Why would you stop in-" Fred was scolding Keagan when he felt a warm palm against his lips.
It was Keagan's.
"Shush, Freddie boy. I think I heard something," Keagan whispered inaudibly.
Fred couldn't help but lick his hand.
"Eww, Fred! Your saliva is all over me!" Keagan whined as he rubbed his hand against his shirt. "K, please don't tell me you're hearing your favorite song again. I swear, if I have to see you dancing like a monkey again, I will literally die. And I wish to have a grand funeral if I do. Seriously-" Fred complained but once again, he was interrupted by Keagan's palm.
"Would it kill you if you stop talking for a minute? I heard a woman's scream just now," Keagan whisper-screamed.
'Me? Talking a lot?' Fred thought to himself. He rolled his eyes and prepared himself to retaliate Keagan again.
However, Keagan rushed into the dark alley next to them.
Fred was surprised at the sudden turn of events. He rushed behind Keagan, fearing the trouble he might stir up.
"Keagan! Where the hell are you running to?" Fred yelled after him.
Fred was about to pull Keagan back, but Keagan started punching a man wearing a black hoodie.
"WHAT THE F*CK WERE YOU THINKING, NITWIT?" Keagan yelled at the man, all the while throwing deadly punches at him.
Fred gasped in horror. "K, what are you doing?"
He looked around to see what riled Keagan.
He saw a fair lady, trembling by the dumpster with her clothes tattered, barely covering her delicate body.
"Hurry up, they should still be here!" a voice resonated from outside the alley.
"Dang it, Keagan! The cops caught up! Quick, find a place to hide!" Fred urgently demanded as he carried the woman in his arms. He immediately found a place to hide, behind a pile of empty boxes.
Unfortunately for Keagan, he couldn't find a nice hiding spot like Fred. Instead, he found a bins filled with manure.
"Screw it! I will just take a six hour bath after this!" Keagan cursed as he pulled the man with him to the back of the bins. The man wanted to scream, but Keagan held a pocket knife at his neck and glared at him with icy eyes.
"One peep from you and you're dead. Actually, I'll just make you eat all that sh*t in the bin," Keagan threatened as he tried his best to breathe in such a suffocating environment.
"Let's split up to search for them!" A low and manly voice said. "Alright, boss!" A bunch of other voices said.
There were hard and fast-moving footsteps heading to the alley.
"This place is scary. It's so dark," one voice said.
"Pfft, I don't think K will be hiding here. He's a smart criminal after all. He's probably pulled some reverse-psychology-thingy on us. Let's not waste our time in here," said another.
Keagan internally chuckled. 'These policemen are of another level of stupidity. Why do they think criminals tend to think differently?,' he thought to himself.
Soon, the footsteps disappeared and the night is once again still and quiet, like nothing had happened before.
Promptly, Keagan got out of his hiding place with the man.
"OH GOD, TODAY IS OFFICIALLY NOT THE BEST DAY. WHY IS IT SUCH A HORRIBLE DAY?," Keagan professed cacophonously.
"Haha, it is for me! I've finally met the infamous K! And ooh~ I have something against you! What would the world say if I tell them that I have been physically assaulted by you?" the man smugged.
"Oh, shut up!" Keagan punched his shoulder playfully, before tasing him.
As the man dropped onto the floor, Keagan shyly said, "You make me blush!"
"K, we should go now," Fred told him as he held the woman close to his chest. Keagan raised his eyebrow.
"You've played the role of saving the damsel in distress, I see."
"Whatever, let's just go," Fred dismissed Keagan's attempt to annoy him as he strode out of the alley.
"Ugh, at least you got a woman out of this! What did I get? A bunch of cuts on my fist and 3 minutes behind disgusting sh*t! I couldn't even venture that gorgeous baby!" Keagan exclaimed.
Fred paid no heed to his friend's complaints as he continued walking to where Bob was standing.
"Ooh, my sidekick found love~ I better do research on which wedding planner is the best! Oh, I have the perfect theme for both of you. Love at first sight? Or mystically romantic?" Keagan jumped in excitement as he followed Fred from behind.
"Stop it, Keagan! Let's just hurry to the car."
"Awww, now my baby is shy! Don't worry, darling! I'm here for you! You can get married at a young age. I'll be your best man! And if no one wants to be the bridesmaid, I'll be it too!"
Fred looked back at Keagan and said, "You know, I could earn lots by killing you. Shall I try it out? The cash flow would be endless"
"Oh, buddy! You can kill me once you get past my taser," Keagan winked as he played with the taser in his fingers lazily.
"Don't try me, Keagan," Fred snarked.
"HAHAHA, why does everyone look so cute when they try to intimidate me?" Keagan laughed and wiped his non-existent tears.