#⎮⠘⠘ᴱⱽᴱᴺᵀ ᶜᴸᴼᔆᴱᴰ ᔆᵀᴬᴿᵀ -01

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@weddingjitters​⎮ ring of fire One minute he was enjoying drinks with friends and potential business partners. The next minute the, explosions and gun fire. Like they were in some kind of old western. The chaos that insued was palpable. People started to run out even as Peyton called after them. Watching as one of his dancers got hit with a bullet. “Everyone get the fuck down on the grown now!.” He watched as those in his tent did as they were told. If they stay low they would be fine. Let’em kill each other. He was so sick of the violence and the bloods— His mental ranting haulted as he looked around. Looking for his french bulldog. “Shitter!” he called but there was no reply. No whimper no whine. Shit. Peyton quickly removed the gun that he had concealed. Tell the others to stay where they were, Petyon made his way out of the tent and into the madness. Pushing his way throw the crowd like a salmon going up stream. He struggled against them. Screams, and cries ecohed around him. It was almost to much. Finally he slammed into a body, his frustration bubbling over that he almost drew his gun until he saw who it was. “Linnette?” surprised to see her here. And amidst the confusion, not noticing much else as he tried to stay low. “ What the hell are you even doing here? I thought you weren’t coming?”