Friday, 23:43 nightclub "Cassette", Poland

*Wooooo*


*Woaaaah*

*Bleergh*

Dang, you barfed on your new Air Monarchs. Too much mephedrone, you should've eaten something before you went out.
Uh-oh, here comes the bouncer.

*Whack*

Yeeeooooowww!!!


Well, you do deserve a black eye after you puked on the dance floor.

The problem is, the night is still young and you're jacked, you're pumped, adrenaline is flying. You want to unwind, you want to bash some fuckers' teeth in.

You walk into an alleyway

Hey, is that dude glowing red?

You turn around.

Hey, that dude is glowing blue.
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.
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Did you walk in on some Jedi duel? You're not smashed enough to lose your senses, and your instincts are telling you that there's some serious DANGER here.

The glowing dudes do not seem to notice you. Despite the rational part of your brain telling you that it's good, you can't help but feel that your pride has been hurt a little.

>What will you do?