Jack raised his head. “Can you tell Pad and Jen, I’m out here. I don’t feel so good. I think they’re right, I should go home.”
Wayne looked around the alley. It didn’t seem safe now that he thought about it. “Why don’t you come in, back to the bar?”
Jack spoke. “I’m not sure I’m done yet. Please, Wayne.” Jack didn’t turn to face him. “I’ll be safe. Please?”
Wayne went back in the bar for Jen and Pad. It took a few minutes to clear the bodies, but he saw them huddled at the bar, in the same area, drinking and laughing.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Wayne. Having fun?”
“Actually, yeah, but Jack’s not. He’s upchucking in the alley and wants to leave.”
Jen interrupted. “Where?”
“It’s better if I show you.”
Wayne walked outside, making sure that Jen and Pad followed him through the crowd. When they finally stepped outside to the same alley, he saw two guys standing near Jack.
A larger man, inches away from Jack, taunted, “Hey faggot, why don’t you suck my dick.”