Any onlooker would have the wrong idea, but Cyrus didn’t care. He only grabbed my hand tighter, as he led me to a garage like area.
“Where are we going?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.
“To play a game.” He replied, not even looking back at me as he made way through the crowds of people. His answer reminded me of Triple H's theme song.
“What game?” I asked, suddenly suspicious and scared. He tightened his grip on my hand as we passed a crowd of drunken teenage boys.
“A game.” He said, irritated as he looked at the boys with a glare.
“Calm down.” I assured, snorting lightly.
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“Cyrus!” A guy who looked around 18 or 19 spoke, grinning as he shook hands with Cyrus.
"Adrian.” Cyrus said, shaking hands with, I’m guessing, Adrian. I looked towards the floor, awkwardly.
“Oh, Adrian,
