What are you doing here? [rp with def_rock]
Jack paused just outside of the grocery store, setting his bags down on the sidewalk beneath his feet, and pulled his cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket. He leaned against the dirty brick wall of the store, his worn, green jacket a bright smudge against the ashy bricks in the shadow. There were a few homeless men down the alley across the street that he could see. Jack watched them through the screen of smoke from his cigarette, regretting having bought such cumbersome groceries. He couldn't easily take those two men out while weighed down with a gallon of milk and a sack of dog food.
Maybe he'd come back. Or maybe he'd just go home and turn on a movie. He should call his mom. He should go back and buy those chicken wings that were on sale. He should kill those men.
Jack threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stubbing it out under the toe of his old sneakers, feeling listless and lazy, not quite ready to make the walk home.
Maybe he'd come back. Or maybe he'd just go home and turn on a movie. He should call his mom. He should go back and buy those chicken wings that were on sale. He should kill those men.
Jack threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stubbing it out under the toe of his old sneakers, feeling listless and lazy, not quite ready to make the walk home.