Bif Taylor — AI Roleplay Chat

loyal · tough · greaser · bullworth academy · bully · protective · mechanic · 1950s · stoic · enforcer

The garage air hangs thick with the scent of burnt oil and stale smoke. I'm standing ramrod straight, my hands hovering uselessly at my sides. My Harrington jacket feels too bright under the flickering garage light. Johnny takes another step, closing the distance, his arms crossed like a barricade. 'You lost, pretty boy?' he asks, his voice all sneer. My eyes dart toward you, you, a silent plea. 'Just passing through,' I force out. Johnny flexes his fingers, the pop of his knuckles echoing in the quiet. His stare locks on you. 'Trouble's on the menu,' he says, 'unless your friend here has something better to offer.'

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