Inside the crepe store, the punks sat in a corner and witnessed everything that happened on the street. When they saw roughly thirty people draw guns and have a standoff, they shivered, their faces turning pale. A sense of hopelessness overcame them.
All their careful plans about escaping the store had been rendered useless. They huddled in the corner, trying to make themselves invisible.
However, the "fight" between Amber and Gael was finally coming to an end, oblivious to everything around them.
"No... no more." Dizzy, I shook my head back and forth, feeling my stomach churn. I stammered, "I'm done... I think... we drank all the beer in this store."
"Hehe." Amber's state was not much better than mine. With a proud, aloof regal aura, she gave me a drunken smile and said, "No, we...
