Park Late that night, Patrick's car and a van parked next to each other.
Jack and Patrick snorted some cocaine before they got out of the car. They stood by the passenger door.
Two guys got out of the van, dressed like gang members. Each carried two guns as they approached Jack and Patrick.
"Check it out. We got what you want. Ready?" said one of the guys to Jack and Patrick. He handed the guns to them.
Jack and Patrick both took one.
"Want me to demonstrate?" asked the second guy as he cocked one of the guns.
"Are you out of your damned mind?" Patrick hurriedly said.
"Sometimes, my man, when it's about the money," replied the second guy. Jack glanced at him.
"We'll take these two," said Jack as he fondled his finger on the trigger and pointed the gun at those guys.
"Alright, cool," replied one of the guys.
"Here is $100. We'll pay you the rest later." Patrick handed them $100 in cash. They went back to their vehicles and sped away.
Liquor Store Giani walked down the sidewalk to the liquor store.
The car drove by, and then followed the van. It drove down the street slowly as one of the guys stared at Giani. Giani stared back at him then went into the liquor store.
"Hi, Mr. Hallad. Still cannot satisfy your wife yet? I can't believe that at your age you can't stay hard."
Mr. Hallad was in his early fifties. He stood behind the cash register counting some change.
"How do you know? Did your mother tell you?" joked Mr.Hallad.
"First of all, you will need some vitamins to satisfy her 'cause she hasn't had any in five years. Second of all, she doesn't date oneminute men, and your penis won't probably stay up," replied Giani as he went to the cooler looking for a beverage.
"I hope you have money this time!" yelled Mr. Hallad.
Suddenly, two gunmen wearing ski masks rushed into the liquor store, pointing their guns at Mr. Hallad.
"Please don't shoot." Mr. Hallad begged for his life.
Giani, hearing that, swiftly hid himself in the cooler without turning around.
"Come on, open this cash register," one of the gunmen said, pointing his gun at the man's head. Then he cocked his gun. Mr.
Hallad, frighten, opened the cash register.
"Take whatever you want."
The second gunman went to take a look around the store and came back to his partner.
"It's clear." He could barely talk behind his mask.
Then he jumped behind the cash register, knocked Mr. Hallad down on the floor with his gun, and started grabbing everything.
Meanwhile in the cooler, despite the cold temperature, Giani was sweating. He was dying of fear, holding his breath, wondering if his life were about to end.
"Shoot him?" asked the gunman behind the counter.
