Acknowledging the task information, Lenny's lips curled into a smile.
Silently, he turned around and headed for the door.
Johan's charming smile was nowhere to be found. He calmly regarded Lenny's actions.
Sonny, however, was brimming with anger and vexation. Not wanting to look weak in front of his friends, he mouthed some more, "You asshole! You're so fucked, you bastard! How dare you hit me?! Next time I'll order you to strip naked, you bitch!"
Lenny paused in front of the door.
Click…
Recognizing the sound of locking, Johan's widened, and he promptly stood up.
"Don't do anything rash, Lennard. Can't you see you're outnumbered?"
Johan spoke confidently, a sly grin creeping up on his lips again.
Lenny unceremoniously turned to look at Johan, the horrendous makeup and haircut rendering him the appearance of a demon-possessed madman.