Gwenting And Tenting

Reginald had been working for hours in the sweltering heat and just could not wait to go home. He had just finished locking up the restaurant and was about to leave through the front entrance, when he saw the big group of junkies lurking about the premeses. He hated these low lifes. Ever since his little kid sister got kidnapped by some junkies 10 years ago, he's mastered his pschyo eyes, which he uses to scare them away. He opened the door, ready to attack. But the junkies were all distracted. There was a boy, 17 years old across the street. He had a cute face and soft, shiny hair. He was pacing down the street, when the junkies became entranced by his soft, doe eyes. Suddenly they started chasing after him like a pack of wolves chasing their prey. The poor boy collapsed to the ground with the stress. And the junkies swarmed around him. Reginald jumped into action. He sprinted over and clenched his face until his eyes came bulging out. "leave this boy alone he said" in a strong, authoritative voice. The junkies scampered off. The boy looked up timidly. Reginald held out his hand for him and pulled him up. "you're safe now".