Arsen shook his head and lit up a cigarette with his prized Zippo lighter made up of real bones. What sort of bones? People would only have to guess. A cigarette, ah yes, this took a cigarette. This wasn’t a drug god ordeal; this was dealing with three bitches that were both entertaining and dangerous all in the same. “Give Theon the old one.” Theon snapped his head towards Arsen with a slight whining noise.
“I don’t want the old one! She’s fucken dangerous! If anything she’ll kill me the moment I open my mouth! You take the old one!” Pausing for a moment, both of them looked at Xeno, who took a moment to look at them both.
“…Atropos is her name..and there is NO WAY in hell that I am taking charge in being responsible for her.” The boys just stood there for a moment, whispering in argument.
After a few moments, they decided to play it by ear and marched coolly towards their store. One by one they slid through the door and after Xeno entered, Arsen shot the bell off with his pistol. “Annoying piece of shit.”
Looking from left to right, the boys smiled, Theon speaking first.
“Ohh ladies? Come on, we only want to play!” Arsen gave a bored sigh.
“Fuck it, let’s just burn the place. It would be hilarious to watch the bitches burn.”