Shoot Me and I'll Give You A Nickel

Have you ever just fucked up so badly, that you reconsider every single choice you've ever made? Well, today was one of those days, only someone was trying to kill me, I don't think that's normal. Anyway, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Angel Ryot Paradise. Yes, that's my real name, and no, my parents weren't drunk when they named me.
Back to the point I was making earlier, someone was trying to kill me and I fucked up severely. Here's a life lesson, never use baking soda as a substitute for cocaine or shitheads like that old guy wearing eyeliner will chase you. Okay, let me tell you the story.
I was just trying to sell some coke for my boss(the man chasing me), and I broke the bag and it spilled everywhere, I swear on my life I have never messed up that bad, so I tried to fix the problem with baking soda. Let me tell you, you haven't seen anything until you see someone as pale as Chris Motionless turn as red as a beet, so I ran off, I probably could've shot him, since I have my gun, but since I'm down on my luck today, I'm going to stay away from firing a weapon at a tall person. I'm still running, it's a little ridiculous but I'm trying not to get strangled to death by an asshole, that's not how I want to die, I keep running along the streets of New York, silently and efficiently, avoiding people and traffic at all costs, which is not an easy task, I'll tell you that. All of a sudden, I ran into something warm and squishy
"Wow, hey, are you okay?" A friendly voice asks
"I'm sorry sir, but I really have to go" I respond, trying to push past him
"Hey" he whispers, grabbing my arm "If you shoot me, I'll give you a nickel"
I stopped moving and looked up at the man who was holding me back. He had black hair that was ruffled and cut at the ears, golden eyes that twinkled with, something along the lines of crazy, and olive toned skin.
"What?"
"If you shoot me, I'll give you a nickel" his grasp tightened on my arm "And if you don't, I'll let your chaser catch you"
I turn my head and see Chris looking around, not seeing me. I look back at the stranger and scream internally
"Why is this happening on a fucking Friday?" I growl
I reach in my pocket and grab my silenced pistol, trying to use my left hand to aim at the stranger's side. I pop it and watch his slight reflex to the bullet
"Heh heh, thanks kid" He giggles as he places the silver nickel in my hand
"Ok, sir, I'm taking you to the hospital"
"Aren't you in the midst of a chase?" He asks teasingly
"Dude, you've got a fucking bullet in you, we're getting a cab"
I stick my hand out and manage to get a cab, I slip his arm over my shoulders and push him into the cab. I sat next to him and awkwardly shut the door.
Woooooooo, fuck taxis with strangers I just shot......

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