Hate every fun person you meet
Vice met them after dark, at the same neighbourhood he'd picked them up last time. But this time he didn't lead them to Juju's house. They rode past that neighbourhood and deep into an industrial zone.
The car passed several warehouses, most of them had the lights on and were crawling with workers walking in and out carrying cargo or driving pallet cars. So it was odd that Vice parked the car in front of one of the few warehouses which had all its lights off.
"This is it, boys," Vice said, powering down the car. "Are you ready for an unforgettable experience?"
He wiggled his eyebrows at Davi who scoffed and stepped out into the warm night. "Let's just see what we can find. Hopefully we'll never have to see her again after tonight."
Vice wrapped a companionable arm over Davi's shoulders and steered him towards an emergency stairway up the warehouse's side. "Why do you hate every fun person you meet?"