In the tiny little droplet of sweat that had landed in a puddle on the floor, you could make out the reflection of a bunch of scared kids holding guns. Although we couldn't afford to be scared.
"You lot. Look at what I can do with the strap."
"Lennox, you keep fuckin' about I'm gonna shoot you inbetween your eyes," Roms proclaimed. Tone deadpan, eyes icy.
My two hands grip onto the black painted metal as though it was my sanity, my back glued to the wall. It barely blocked the chattering and loud music we heard just a room away. A party.
I can't lie, waiting out like Roms said worked in our favour. The timing was just right and we were able to figure out how to hit Pelu where it really hurts. His plug.