Third-person Narrative
Blake was at his house, well more like a mansion, chilling with his gang members. He had a cigar in between his lips while holding a beer in his right arm. He was in the far corner, taking the scenery before him.
While some of his members were playing pool, others were doing drugs.
How pathetic, he thought with a scoff. Suddenly, Killian entered the room with a redhead latched to his arm.
"You won't believe who I just got off the phone with," Killian said, searching through the igloo for a coke.
"Who?" Blake asked, still taking in the scenery before him, not even sparing a glance at Killian.
"It was Martin, a new gang member," Killian answered.
"Okay, so how is that important?" Blake asked, staring ahead with a confused expression.
"He was telling me how some Blondie overthrew Trent, apparently he's no longer the leader of the den."
