The night was as dark as ink, eerily quiet, and at this hour close to eleven, there were actually people inside this abandoned factory on the outskirts of New York.
"Crunch..."
Chewing on a mouthful of chips, playing with his phone, John grumbled discontentedly, "Senni, where did my coke go?"
"How should I know?"
Senni, who was sitting in the driver's seat, kept glancing up at the entrance of the factory to check for any headlights.
"Did you sneak some yourself?"
John was very dissatisfied with his companion's lackadaisical attitude.
"To hell with it, why would I sneak a sip of your coke? I don't want to get as fat as you... When you and your girlfriend are together at night, it's always you on bottom and her on top, right? Hahaha, poor John, you're always stuck on the bottom."
Senni mercilessly teased John, not giving him any face.
