Beefteeth

I was in a bar/ school/ I don't know. I was standing alone. I eventually made my way to the back, and recognized some people. They were people that I knew from a long time ago. All of the girls in the group were wearing black tops, and white skirts or dresses. One girl had a white top with a black skirt. I pointed it out to the group, and everyone started laughing. I then made my way back up to the bar. I noticed an Asian woman, sitting alone. I sat next to her, and offered to buy her a drink. She smiled at me, and I got up to get the drink. I found the drink at a desk, in another corner of the very large room. I walked around some more, until I reached a parking lot of sorts. There were about 6 circular pillars, 3 on each side of the room, leaving one row in the middle, which had tables and desks with people sitting in them. In the other two rows, behind the pillars, were hundreds of bikes of all shapes, sizes, and colors. I remember a small bike that had the red power ranger's face on the handlebars. It was painted red. The other was a very long bike, made to resemble a bottle of orange crush.

I went back to the Asian girl with the drink I found. The drink looked and tasted like completely watered down mountain dew. There were three men sitting in front of the girl now. They were leaning in towards her unnaturally. Two of them were black males, one skinny and one fairly hefty. The other guy, the guy talking to the girl, looked like Winnie the pooh, color and feature wise. When I got up to them, I could see the girl was extremely uncomfortable. The guys looked at me and started joking around and insulting me. I ignored them, and asked the girl if she wanted another drink. She told me to go find another table to sit at. This made the guys upset. They started to surround me. I was trying to tell them that I knew her, that it was fine. I ended up being a dick to them, and flipping them all off. They made fun of the fact that I couldn't fully extend my middle finger. They leave the bar, making threats on my life.

Flash forward, same place. I'm with the Asian girl still. Someone bursts through a door that I didn't notice before. He's carrying a newspaper. He's also visibly upset. He tells us that the two little guys ended up killing each other in a shoot out. Memories told me that a young boy, after the threat on my life had been made, approached us and told us he would take care of the guys that were harassing us. I assume he had killed the skinny black guy.

Flash forward, in the same place. It's empty now, only 1 or 2 people are sitting around. I recognize that I'm with Cole. He's standing next to me, along with another person. We approach a doorman, standing with his arms crossed, next to a door. He opens the door for us and pulls me aside. He points across a street that appears in front of me. He asks me if I see the women with the pink tights. I do, she is walking away from my location. He tells me something unintelligible about her, but I'm suddenly filled with rage. Cole has already started walking across the street, so I join him. I'm about ten feet away from the pink tights woman, when she goes into a building. I'm about to follow her, but Cole goes into another building, next to the one she went in. I follow Cole in. The store looks like a variety store or upper class pawn shop. There are two older people behind a jewelry counter, located in the front left of the shop. They are both Asian, one man and woman. I thought that were probably married. I follow Cole up to the jewelry counter. We look around for awhile, until Cole says to me, "I'm going to need a honest opinion on what to shoplift, here." This took me by surprise at first, but I realized it was Stefan's birthday. The Asian couple started arguing, and entered a backroom. Cole and I started throwing boxes that were on shelves throughout the store. We found that there was a silky material in the boxes. When you shook them, they would break apart into feathers. I grabbed a turquoise box, and it said we were handling swanskin. We threw as many boxes as we could fit into a black trash bag that Cole suddenly had.