Chapter Fifty-Six

Fortunately for me I'm not required to do anything about the two meta-villains preparing to tussle right in front of me. Frasier, the Lieutenant, creeps out of some corner and breaks them up.

"I'm sure Dennis here gets the point loud and clear, don't you Dennis?"

Dennis, doesn't look at all like he does. He grunts, shoving his hands into his pockets and walks away from us all.

As he leaves six other individuals follow behind him, some of them trying to talk to the pissed off man but having no such luck, one even gets shoved.

Those must be his people, the captains and normies under him. I expertly decipher from the obvious stature and get up of the six. Three of them having on waiter uniforms.

"My deepest apologies for the ruckus!" Frasier starts, arms out, speaking to the crowd of attendees, "As reparations, I will head tonight's event."

"Frasier but don't yo-" Fawn starts but a single finger from him shuts her up.