“Elvis is nothing but a jerk, how could he do that? I need to know who this man is” Oliver spoke folding his hands into a fist, he could imagine how helpless his friend must have been in the situation. Jerome on the other hand smiled, he felt protected even though Oliver didn’t do anything to Elvis but the fact that he cared was more than enough, he never had anyone outside his family care for him or even feel concerned.
While their conversation was ongoing something caught Jerome’s eyes, “Isn’t that the police?” he inquired, Oliver turned his head and could see them as well.
“I guess we won’t be working tonight” he announced holding Jerome by the arm as they made their way back to the bar, Paul immediately let them in.
“Why don’t we just go home?” Jerome was confused
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