Rehab POV.
I'm sitting on the roof smoking a joint. Elizabeth is on patrol, and the rest of the league is doing their own thing. Suddenly the smell of sulfur flooded my nose. I looked over and saw myself. But emo. He raised am eyebrow. "So. You're the human version of me? A potentially OP drug addict?" He stated. "You know, my girlfriend...er...OUR, girlfriend. Has been making all that stuff luckily good. Even when you get ripped off, it's by the right people.
I stood up, confused and concerned. I pulled a bottle of vodka and held up one hand. "Now listen here emo moody teen me. Back off, or I'll beat your ass." I stated. He raised an eyebrow. "I like you. Expect some good luck." He winked and disappeared.
