"Looks like someone got railed today." Selene rolled her eyes as she watched a worn out man rush in, eyes burning in anger.
"I feel humiliated." He groaned throwing the half torn shirt to the couch.
"Taking it in the ass is not always easy, it seems. Now you know the pain?"
"I am not in the mood to laugh at your dad jokes. It was a freaking limited edition shirt from Saint Laurent and it got ripped in a jiffy."
"You are sad about your money? How did this even happen? Who took the courage to strip Lucifer, the devil, out of his shirt in earth?" Selene asked swirling her ninja blade.
"Of course, my shirt matters. I have to be perfect all the time and to bring to your kind notice, no one stripped me. I bumped into someone and she pulled my shirt to balance." he explained, changing to a new pair in hurry.
