The pitter patter of sneakers came in rapid succession down the halls of the Great Southcrest Shopping Center. Dustin had a hankering for cheesesteak and was anxious to get back to his group before they left the shopping center. He spun around a corner and saw the signs for Chuckâ€™s Delicious Steakies flooding his senses like a strobe light.
Licking his chops, he stopped to catch his breath and slicked his hair back to walk forward to the stand. Fingers fished out a few crumpled bills as he slapped them on the counter. â€œTwo large Steakies please.â€ The owner raised his brow at this and pointed at the sign next to him: OVER 65 ONLY.
â€œDenied!? Câ€™mon! Those Steakies are 55 at best!â€ he said with far more force than necessary.
His mistake became obvious when he heard two chairs pull out from a table behind him, â€œHey, noob. Youâ€™re in our shopping center.â€
The boy shut up and slowly turned. Heâ€™d fucked up, but he knew there was a way out of this. Two Jockies, and both of them were wearing some pretty leet jackets. They might have been blue, green or even purple jackets, but to Dustin the Destroyer they were all red. One of them put down his Steakies Drink and cracked his knuckles. Such an emote never bothered Dustin, so heâ€™d play it cool till his group showed back up.
â€œHey guys, seems like I am a bit above my level cap here, so why donâ€™t I let you go and get back to owning your third stringers.â€ What started off as a nice exit turned into fighting words. The Jockies narrowed their eyes and the QB started to Charge. With a sigh, Dustin prepared to perform a Kick to the Junk.
That other Jockie came up from the side and Left-Hooked Dustin just as the kidâ€™s foot landed right between the QBâ€™s legs. Figuring itâ€™d buy him some time as he reeled from the punch to the face; Dustin backed up and started to run.
Even though he knew his ability to run was vastly inferior to the Jockies run speed, he just needed to make it far enough to alert his group. A punch to his left shoulder sent him stumbling to the ground. It was all over.
It was all over until two trash cans flew from across the dining area and slammed into the Jockies, sending the QB stumbling while his Running Back went in for the kill on Dustin. Thinking fast, Dustin performed a Knee Bash just in time for his buddies to leap across a few tables and knock the Jockie to the floor.
Dustin stood up and laughed while brushing off his flannel shirt. He nodded to his fellow Grungies and looked down at the two Jockies out cold, â€œWhoâ€™s the noob now?â€