SAVED BY THE KING

AT THE CLUB.

"This old man is crazy!" Madrigal grooved his feet lightly as he danced to the music. Brandon seemed rather distracted and not in the moment. "Hey, Brandon, is everything alright? You’re funny!" Madrigal tapped him with his elbow, urging him to join him.

"I don’t want to dance; it’s been years," Brandon responded emotionlessly as he stepped back to the bar.

"Right there when you were supposed to be afraid when that old man ordered his men to kill us, we’re out now and you’re gloomy. Why? Things are aligning!" Madrigal uttered, still moving his legs to the sound of the upbeat music.

"We have two elders; Hailey’s loots are gone, and everything belongs to Brandon Ramirezzzzz," he dragged happily, lifting his glass in expectation of a cheer or even the littlest smile.

"I appreciate it, but not just happy; enjoy yourself, man," Brandon said to him meekly. He called the bartender and ordered vodka.

"That reminded me of Esmeralda," Madrigal uttered, laughing relentlessly,
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