"She's too young for me, douchebag. We're friends, I'm her dealer, she works for me sometimes and that's it. You even think about bringing the cops into my territory and I will rip your pathetic little body apart and don't think I can't." Marijuana wasn't normally this high-strung, wasn't normally this violent but after what had happened over the past twenty-four hours? He didn't have to take this shit.
Brad threw a punch at him and it connected, Brad's class ring tearing a gash into his cheek and as soon as Marijuana had recovered his balance, he whipped out the Glock and pointed it straight at Brad's face. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life, boy." He hissed, the anger obvious and his power crackling around him.
The gash healed almost instantly, the blood drying up but Marijuana didn't care about that at the moment. He just wanted this fucker to pay, to be scared and even if the safety was on, the gun would do the trick.