[center][h1]Dean[color=2e2c2c].[/color]Walker[/h1][/center]
Mention: [@Punished GN]

"Why are you being such a bitch, Dean? What? Did that lil' junkie make you soft? St. Portwell's full of whores that'll fuck for their next hit, Dean! Stop being such a pussy!" Elodie said an eloquently as ever.

"Look dumb bitch, if you want to die today that's your prerogative. Too big a word. I meant do whatever hell you want, crazy bitch." He turned the key in his bike about to peel off, when

[h2][i]"WOLFPACK!"[/i][/h2] 

Judas called for the pack from the roof tops with the Curs on their leashes. 

So dramatic. He stayed on his bike, but he didn't turn it off. Judas being here meant shit was about to go sideways for the Greenwood hoes and the Coven bitches. He didn't care to be here for the carnage, but he also didn't want Judas on his ass for not sticking around. He's still ready for a quick escape though. He leaned on his handle bars, making himself comfortable.

Elodie accused some girl of killing Joe and Victor. "When the hell did Vic die?" he asked her. He knew it was chaos, but he could've sworn he'd just seen him. Just seen him as in confronting the girl Elodie accused, before all hell broke loose. Probably did kill him. Can't say he'd miss him, but now they're down a person. Great.

Judas attacked the girl and half the group they were fighting started fleeing. They were dumb fucks, but they weren't that dumb it seemed. They could finally go home and he can prep himself for the next four hours of pain.

"About damn time, Jude! I got accounts to balance. Let's get this on, so I can go back to the money before I'm indisposed," he yelled at him, projecting his voice so he could hear him from below. He revved his bike to make a point.