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Scars leaned against the rabbed a cigarette out from the inside of his cut He knehat expression his face probably held

Hardness Finally not giving a fuck

He placed the end of the cigarette between his lips and patted his pockets for his lighter The sound of the door to theover his shoulder and seeing Booshie closing them both in

Well fuck

“Hey,” Booshie said and gave Scars a chin tilt in greeting

Scars grunted and lit his cigarette while staring at Booshie

After lighting the end of the cigarette, he said, “Hey, hter on the table, inhaled deeply, and exhaled just as forcefully After pulling the cigarette away and glancing at it, Scars took oneit out “I really need to quit this shit I told Stella I would, and look at ”

There was a moment of silence before Booshie responded “It’s a hard habit to kick”

Scars nodded and stared at Booshie for long seconds, before finally asking, “What’s up? You look like you got so on your mind”

Booshie pulled out a chair and sat down a little ways away from him

Scars looked out the aiting for this to be over with He really didn’t want to get into this with hiht now He knew his VP was probably well aware of the way Scars had been pulling away, retreating into himself

“Scars” The sound of Booshie saying his na his brother-in-arms “I’er than anyone else in this club” He left it open like that

He knehat Booshie was doing The otherScars know they were close and therefore needed to trust each other

Scars sighed, ran a hand through his dark hair, and finally nodded “Yeah, e” And he was Fuck, he was He was feeling a hell of a lot ht