Look At The World, Still Turning // Private

[dannychan]

drew seemed just as happy as sherlock, their arms brushing together as they walked along. drew was going on about some sweet little lady that came in with her grandchildren every other day, and how they always ordered the same thing. he was cut off, however when he saw a man walking for them a bit quickly. he paused and watched the male before the man stopped walking. "empty your pockets." he man said, his hand in his pocket. drew did not look amused. the man snarled. "what the fuck are y-" he was cut off when drews fist connected with his nose, and there was a crack of bone, and the popping of knuckles. "bitch!" drew exclaimed, and reared back a leg to kick the man in the ribs while he was curled up. "mother fucker trying to ruin our motherfucking date!" he exclaimed and grabbed the man by the collar, dragging him to his feet. "do you still want our shit?" he snapped and the man shook his head quickly. "then fuck off!" he pushed the male away, and drew shook his hand, rubbing his knuckles.