[center][h1][color=orangered]Mahlik & Glenn[/color][/h1][/center]

Glenn rolled hs eyes at Brandon. He musn't have understood how insufferable he could be. He managed to get on Glenn's nerves rather regularly. Infinite optimism, strangely enough, waned Glenn's faith in humanity. On the other hand, wine restored it. He took a sip, savouring the drops. The glass was almost empty, mirroring Glenn's patience. Maybe if he drew the last sip out, his patience would last longer.


It didn't take very long for Mahlik to lose the fuckers who were chasing after him. That was quite the norm for the young man. Every now and then, he would have to engage in a fight or two but nothing major. Just running into those guys reminded him of some of the vigilantism he's done on the side lately. Just....fighting muggers and thugs who looked shady. Maybe even pimps and small time drug dealers. But...even Mahlik knew that sooner or later, his antics would get the attention of bigger fish.

Not long ago, Mahlik ran into someone like him. Someone with the beat power. Someone who could bop just like him. A dude named Glenn. He was okay as long as he didn't mouth off to Mahlik, which in all honestly, was everytime they've met. Regardless, if there was anyone that Mahlik could trust, it was him. Pulling out his phone and sitting on the edge of a building, Mahlik called Glenn, since he managed to get his number after their first team up. he wanted to see if Glenn was in the mood for delivering ass whoopins to ones that deserved it. Mahlik dialed and waited for Glenn to answer. [color=aba000] Come on, man. Pick up....[/color]


The old, but nigh indestructible phone in Glenn's pocket started letting off a low buzz. He placed his glass down, then checked who was calling him. He didn't receive calls very often. Not too much to his surprise, it was Mahlik. He was alright in Glenn's books. Somewhat irritating on occasion, but then again, who isn't. He had his moments, though. Plus, Glenn actually trusted him, which was a welcome, but strange feeling. Mahlik was probably calling to meet up, so Glenn took the last sip of patience. What use was it now he'd be leaving? [color=maroon] "Mahlik? You called at a good time, I just finished the last of my wine. What's going on, man?"[/color]


Hearing Glenn's voice on the other side brought a smirk to Mahlik's lips. Perhaps this was a good timing because he had something in mind that would need immediate care. [color=aba000] Yo....G! Ey...same ol' same ol' bullshit. You up for some action? I just saw that Fuckboy we took down 2 weeks ago. You know, the wannabe pimp/weapons trafficker. Somehow he's back out in the streets. But this time...seems he got more help. And from what I saw...it ain't new guns.[/color]  Mahlik mentioned while looking around. [color=aba000] Are you down? If you are, I need you to meet me at 'Tha Spot'.[/color]


Mahlik started blurting words this way and that, Glenn was only just able to keep up. [color=maroon] "That little shit? How did he get back up? We need to make sure he stays down this time. Got a few new signatures that might come in handy, too. Meet you in about 20 minutes, man."[/color]. He rubbed his face, hung up, then turned to Alex and said, [color=maroon] "Yeah, sorry buddy. Something important has come up"[/color].


He crossed the sticky bar floor, pushing past anyone in his way and not paying attention to the objections to his actions. Opening the door, he broke into a run into the light city night.

Was Glenn willing to join this and finish this guy they once went after? Mahlik made an expressive smirk on his face knowing that Glenn was ready to take this guy down again. [color=aba000] Now that's what's up! See you then.[/color] Mahlik stood up feeling good about this second go on this guy. Sounded like Glenn had a few new tricks just like with Mahlik wanting to try something else out. Jumping down and slowing his fall, Mahlik, upon landing, rushed to their usual meet up spot across from the park.

Collab with: [@Strange Rodent]