Dark brown eyes stared into the bottom of an empty shot glass; the satisfying burn of tequila worked its way down his chest before dissipating in his gut. It’s been twelve days since the speedster’s birthday, that’s twelve days of being reminded that you are alone, no friends, no family, nobody.

“Heh... alone. Alooonnee.” Speaking just above a whisper he repeated the word, pointlessly mocking it.
“Tender another one please, this time no glass.” Setting the small glass on the bar top and pushing it away with his finger. The young man stared at him blankly as if unsure of what he meant. Warren glanced at the tender realizing that he had failed to move or even act on his request. Placing his hand of his face Warren wiped away his frustration.

“That means bring me the damn bottle, please.” He encouraged using the calmest voice that he could muster at the moment. Turning around on the bar stool he took a glance around, the scenery and people gathered there now seemed more amusing or annoying then when he had first entered. The lights were low and now had a smoky tint as more people were in the smoking section then the non. The stereo system played some old time jazz throughout the bar. Warren attempted to figure out what song played but between the tequila and the fact that the speaker closest to him was blown it was a lost cost. The interior design of the bar was burgundy for the seats and their fake leather covering, brown for the wooden walls and structure of the furniture, and glass stained glass for the lamps and over head light fixtures. Glimpsing to his left he watched as three men played pool, they were average looking men of different race. One was a white guy with black hair done in your classic preppy frat boy style. He wore khaki slacks most likely from the “GAP” of some other dick head store, and a blue button down shirt, a brown belt and matching shoes. He was shorter than the rest and could afford to lose five or ten pounds but for the most part average. Next to him was another gentle man his skin was darker and his hair more fine as if he was Hispanic. His attire was something more of Warrens liking. White and blue Puma’s with matching track pants and a white long sleeve V-neck polo shirt, simple yet stylish. The third gentleman stood a bit further off were the light wasn’t enough to get a full visual but from mere outline alone he could tell this was the largest of the group. The sound of thick glass hitting polished wood stirred him from his surveillance.

“That will be twenty, seventy-five.” The young bartender spoke, standing before a fresh bottle of Jose whatever. Pulling twenty two one dollar bills from his pocket Warren dropped the money on the counter. Turning back around to leave the tender to collect his money and tip, he could hear the mutterings of disrespect from the young man.

“Thank you.” Warren said as he popped the top on the new bottle took a swig swallowed and repeated the process. Loving the way it burned down his throat.
“Happy birthday to me and many more!” he toasted by himself a lot louder than most of the other patrons would have approved of. ‘But who cares what they think it’s my birthday or at least it was.’ He thought to himself .A minute passed into an hour and an hour into two or something like that .By know Warren was starting to wear on most of the patrons nerves or they were beginning to wear on his, does it really matter who started it?


“Souns like you and you friends are a bunsh of mutant fearing pussseas! Except for you, you’re just a dick.” Warren singled out the preppy looking guy from before after his drunken response. By now the three preppy looking guys turned out to be ignorant of the meaning of equal and civil rights for all. Gladly one to educate Warren took it upon himself to instruct them, a gesture they didn’t take well too.

“Why don’t we take this outside buddy, and see whose really homo superior?” One man stepped up to Warren from behind, he was the one he couldn’t see before, and Warren was unsure of where he has been this whole time.
Turning, he was a bit taken off guard at the height of the man he was at least six inches taller than himself. Blue jeans and black Chuck Taylors, a white tee shirt and a varsity jacket from somewhere. His head was shaved bald and his skin tone just a tad darker than his own, nice big build clearly an athletic man.
“I’ll just take the supperior part you can have homo to yourself” Warren replied, he’s so drunk. His upper body seemed to teeter on his waist as he walked towards the exit; his vision seemed slowed as everything around him tilted.
‘Man I’m drunk' He thought to himself as he pushed open the door and stepped into the cold air of the night, bringing him slightly back to the land of sobriety. Turning to face his opponents he grinned seeing the three men lining up blocking him from the door. Warren recounted
‘Okay two men so where’s the thir….’
DOHMM
The strike to the base of the neck with a steel pipe, which was such a cheap shop sending a blinding flash of light into Warren’s vision then the light went black and hazily his vision returned, he could hearing a ringing in his ears and feel the impact of unknown objects slamming against his torso. His head looked up to see a shadowy figure standing over him. Then that figure raised his foot and dropped it upon Warren’s face. He felt no pain things just went black again. This is not a fair fight.

Drunks were adorable. Not only did they make easy marks - too out of it to keeep careful watch of their money or possessions - but they also provided endless hours of amusement. One could simple walk into a bar and spend the night watching them make asses out of themselves in all manner of ways. It was one of the many reasons Brody regularly found himself in a bar. That and they had large supplies of alcohol, which was great in and of itself, of course. Tonight did not dissapoint.

Nursing over both a beer and glass of whiskey he kept watch with a predators gaze while he lounged openly, taking over an entire booth just for his lonesome. His eyes searching over each and every person that came in after him or had been there before him; Purely opportunistic in nearly all his endeavors he had to maintain the patience of a saint just to chance upon another's weakness to be exploited. And then you run across some bad luck (or good luck in disguise?) and some loudmouths have to show up and ruin the night for everybody. He had watched the guy at the bar drinking himself into a stupor as the contents of his bottle dwindled away. Good news for Brody, one may think, but he saw how the guy paid for his drink. Besides the aggravation it may later cause the overzealous drinker later on there wouldn't really be much in it for the pickpocket himself.

Then the guy had to open his mouth even more and take things from bad to far, far worse. Taunting people with the tension between humans and mutants was like poking a lion with a stick. While you were locked in the cage with it. Wearing a juicy T-bone steak around your neck. It just wasn't smart, plain and simple, unless you were really looking to get your ass beat-.. oh, seems this guy was. Well then, it'll all work out splendidly for him then, won't it? Smirking from his seat while he only watched the beginning of the altercation where the thought in the back of his mind being "Better him than me. Dumbass." And yet there was no denying the inkling of curiosity he felt at seeing what would actually happen. If the drunk was actually a mutant and not just possessing dellusions of grandeur and wishful thinking - they're called homoSUPERIOR for a reason, folks - then this may take an interesting turn in the drunk's favor.

Waiting a handful of seconds after the group had exited the bar before he moved to join them at his own leisurely pace, with no need to look too eager to see someone, or multiple someones, get their ass(es) beat. The bottle of beer taken with him, no intention to waste it, and what were they really going to do with him taking a drink out of the bar? They're letting some guy just walk out to get his ass kicked without trying to stop it. They really going to stop him over open container laws? Yeah, right. The fighting had begun even before he was fully out of the doorway, the sounds of somebody being struck reading his ears before he got close enough to actually see it taking place. Seemed as though he was right. Delusions of grandeur. Giving the scene only a short shake of his head before turning his back to it wholly ready to walk off and leave the man to his fate he stopped, muttering to himself with a quiet sigh.

"Fiiiine" If it'll sshut the nagging voice up in the back of his mind he'd help the poor sap. If he really needed it. The guys may just rough him up enough to teach him a lesson about mouthing off without being able to back it up. Watching from over his shoulder he sipped at the remnants of his beer, catching sight of the foot coming down to kick Warren in the face. Even he had to wince at that. Would they end it there, or would Brody actually have to intervene on somebody elses behalf without any apparent gain to himself? Life sure has a horrible way of making everything difficult for him.

The kicking resumed on as Warrens down but not beaten (at least not spiritually) body laid out on the cold asphalt.

‘Cold...’ his mind thought as feeling and more importantly consciousness was returning to him. Vision slowly fading from black and grey to dizzy and distorted, he began to protect himself curling into the fetal position with his head covered by his arms. As he looked between the legs of the forms standing before him, he could make out another figure standing in the doorway. He couldn’t hear as the ringing still clouded his hearing

“Looks like he is starting to get back up Stan, what we going do if he starts-!”
The frat boy questioned starting to back away from the body obviously losing his courage now that is was a possibility take this would no longer be a one sided fight, but his courage faded again when his much larger friend stared him down.

“I’ll tell you what we’re going to do to this mutie freak scum bag,..."adding insult to match his fury by spitting on the recovering Warren. “… Hand me that pipe Lopez!” He circled around to Warren’s back and kicked him in the base of his back field goal style (yeah with the lineup and everything), instantly causing Warren to break from his defensive position, even with enhanced anatomy that crap still hurt like hell.

“Take off your belt Jonah.” Stan ordered his friend as he removed his jacket and retrieved the pipe from the Hispanic man who initially bashed Warren with it in the first place.
“Take off your damn belt Jonah and tie this freak up!” He barked at his friend who was starting to have second thoughts about the whole thing.

“I-I don’t know if we should man…” Jonah stated as Warren rolled onto his back wincing in pain.

“Listen man he isn’t human these things don’t deserve the same rights we do!” Stan approached his friend attempting to sway him with his logic. “These freaks aren’t human; they’re nothing but disgraces to GOD and the world we live in! We are doing the human race a favor and sending a message to the other freaks of this city. NOW TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN BELT!” The rage and mere volume of his voice caused both his friends to jump slightly and immediately Jonah started to undo his belt and move towards tying Warren’s legs.

“No you moron tie his hand up, then he can’t hit us with his powers!” Lopez spoke up as he rolled up his sleeves, and cracked his knuckles; “So what we going to do to him Stanley?” He asked to their clear leader.

“Beat this freak till the candy falls out...” Stan replied approaching warren’s body while taking warm up swings with the steel pipe.
Warren rolled onto his back just as Stan's silhouette came into focus his vision mostly restored now he could make out the image of the larger black man standing above him with his feet on either side of Warren’s body raising a greyish object above his head. Warren couldn’t make out the object but he was smart enough to know it wasn’t soft.

‘Idiot, protect yourself!’ the thought ran through his head and slowly his arms rose up and over to his face. This was starting to get nasty.
SWOHHOOOSH!

The sound of air rushing through the open end of the pipe as the brought it down similar to a way on would chop a block of wood with an ax. This was definately not good.

You couldn't have just sat there and minded your own goddamn business, could you? No. You had to come outside to be witness to a murder. Good job, dumbass. They were going to go through with it completely and he'd feel like crap - everybody's problems always came around to bite him in the ass. Sure, the other guy was the one getting beaten to death, but Brody was going to be the one who would end up feeling bad about it. Not cool, Warren. Not cool.

The beer finished off, not a single drop would be wasted, the bottle now free to be hurled as Brody spun to his left and let loose with it. He'd seen people throw knives like that in movies; it wasn't really all that hard. Especially when it didn't have to travel all that far before impacting with a solid thunk against the side of Lopez's head, the bottle bouncing back to shatter against the ground as Lopez lurched from the blow. Which was wholly within his rights to do; when you get brained by a thrown beer bottle you're free to react in any way you choose. It's a law, or something.

"Oh S***! SORRY!.. Sorry!" He was actually cringing at what he'd just done. That had to hurt - It looked like it hurt. Raising his hand in admission of having been the one who threw the bottle. "I was aiming for that.. other guy.. sorry again, man! Let me go get another bottle? Be just a second." The raised hand lowered to shoulder level, index finger pointed upwards to signal 'one moment' as he turned sideways like he was really going to be allowed to walk back inside after what he'd just done. Accidents happen?

“Ahhhh! What the hell man!” Lopez cried reacting how anyone would after having a bottle collide with the side of their face.
>>"Oh S***! SORRY! Sorry!"<<
The man standing by the doorway exclaimed as all eyes were turned to his direction, well except for Warren’s.
>>"I was aiming for that... other guy... sorry again, man! Let me go get another bottle? Be just a second."<<
As the man turned to get another bottle the three gentlemen stared at each other in disbelief before Stan spoke up.
“You must another one of those mutant freak lovers huh, do yourself a favor buddy and mind your own damn business.” He had taken his eyes off Warren as he pointed and threatened the man. Rule number one in fighting never take your eyes off your opponent, rule number two protect yourself at all times. Stanley had failed to do either of this these, and Warren was not one to miss out on opportunity. Especially to kick a mutant hating anus in the nuts, now just imagine that a guy capable of running at over one hundred miles per hour slamming his size twelve running shoes upward into your exposed open legs, while you are looking to the side yelling as someone else… Yeah that just happened.

There was no yell or cry of pain, hardly any witnesses beside the unknown man in the door way as the other two “haters” now had their backs to Warren and Stanley. That knee bent and brought itself into Warren’s chest his ankle flexed to angle his foot perfectly he didn’t want to graze the man no, he wanted to kick his testicles into his lower abdomen, and the only way to do that was to kick him as hard as he could. That familiar surge of energy ran through every fiber of Warren’s right leg, and that right leg shot upwards with a fleshy thud that would make anyone wince if they heard it. The sound of that pipe falling to the ground was soon followed by the defeated Stanley.

Slowly Warren managed to get to his feet, nose bloody and a large visible knot on the back of his head but otherwise he was physically okay. By now Lopez and Jonah had heard the commotion behind them and had turned to see that the odds were no longer in their favor.

Wiping his upper lip, Warren inhaled the remaining blood in his nose and out his mouth, spitting on the body of Stanley who laid on the concrete tending to his manhood. Warren knelt to pick the pipe never taking his eyes off the two men.
“My turn….”

Helping people help themselves had a certain satisfaction to it. So did beaning that guy in the head with a beer bottle if he had to be honest, he might make that a regular thing. Find someone fighting, throw a bottle at one of them and then.. holy s***.. he hadn't caught what really happened, just a flash of movement from the guy on the ground and the guy threatening him with a pipe was going down, hard. Not exactly what he had in mind but it worked better than letting the three chase him around for a while.

"You.. uhh.. " Still cringing from what he's sure he saw happen. Thank God he didn't have Sympathetic Pain as a mutation - feel sorry for whoever gets saddled with that curse. "May want to start apologizing." It's not like he was at threat of getting beaten with that pipe now, right? Right? Crap, what if the guy was one of those homocidal kill anything that gets in your way types? Should've just let him get his ass beat if that's the case.. "I think I have ADHD" Shaking thhe jumble of thoughts cluttering his brain as he just stood back to watch, shutting the door with his back leaning against it. Warren was in his right to smack these guys around some.

Aura was prowling the night, her thoughts had her in a very fowl mood. Every So often her Aura would flicker into view around her before fading away as it was willed. Aura had been back only a short time and she thought maybe it was the stress of that that had her so worked up. Either way it had proven rather bad for a number of local gang member she had come across.The Local authority could scrape the remains from the alleyways. Still no matter how she killed, it no longer seemed to relive her as it once had from it. It use to be so easy to drown herself in the beautiful rush that came from the dance.

Aura was grumbling to herself In Japanese, a habit she had picked up, she heard sounds her ears told her was a fight. Shaking her head Aura started to run until she slid to a stop and spotted three men around a fourth in an alley behind some bar. Aura calmly walked down the Aleyway, looking no more threatening then any older teenage girl could, but the look in her eyes told anyone she had no fear. The seeming to pour out of her skin, her Aura came into view quickly covering her body, on her right hand formed a hammer on her left a sword.

Aura had worked out the man on the ground, who kicked a man very hard and climbed to his feet was a mutant. "It's been a lousy day for me boys and Humans who don't know their place piss me off. I am Aura" She said simply. Her name carried weight and she wanted to see if any of these human punks knew hers and wanted the fear to pour through them. She then smiled and laughed a bit. "Still if you wanted to dance with a Mutant, i am quite suited to the task!" Aura said her eyes singeling out a target, lopez.

Aura shot forward her battile practiced limbs allowing her to close the distance on him quickly, jumping up onto a closed dumpster, she moved across it then dove from it, flying at Lopex at neck level, her right hand aimed to strike the man's shoulder and at the same time He rleft hand sliced with her Aura sword this attack was aimed at the man's upper chest, if he failed to move, Aura knew she could tear through several major organs and bisect his ribcage.

Warren glanced down the dark alley way as the one known as Aura emerged from the shadows, grinning slightly as she danced into action. Lopez instinctively stepped back in attempt to step out of range of the strikes, he was partially successful. As those magnificent blades cut through his flesh he managed only to avoid a quick death as he stumbled back in fear. A few droplets flew landing on his friend Jonah’s cheek, Captured by the mere terror this was now becoming Jonah proceeded to urinate himself.

“AHH, I-I’m bleeding! I- I’m bleeding!” He cried in panic eventually fainting from shock.

Stanley was slowly starting to get his second wind, and had begun to rise off the ground onto his hands and knees. Catching his movements out the corner of his eye Warren turned towards his direction.
“Kill them both if you wish, I want Captain Humanity here….”
Gripping the pipe firmly into his hand he approached the rising Stan, firmly placing his foot on the nape of his neck pushing him to the ground. Adjusting his balance and position so his foot rested firmly along the length of his skull, Warren held the man belly and cheek down on the concrete. Stanley attempted to plead and beg his case but those fell upon deaf ears.

Like the seasoned golfer he wasn’t Warren lined the pipe up with Stan’s mouth to be more detailed though he was aiming for his teeth he wanted to knock every tooth from their gums in as many swings necessary.
“Fore...”

Aura walking into the alleyway caught his attention - how could it not? Cute girl suddenly shows up while a bunch of guys are beating the crap out of each other, who would YOU pay attention to? Exactly. It was only when she started to speak that he realized something was very, very wrong with this new situation. "Aura?" Where had he heard that name from before? It was definitely familiar, something he knows he should remember.. something important, maybe? Her weapons appeared and now he began to put the pieces of the puzzle together. "Oh.. her.." His eyes darted back and forth, up and down the alleyway, just checking the distance he had between himself and the girl and her- blood! Damn she was fast. Brody had only enough time to think of trying to get out of there unnoticed when the girl sprang forward after two of Warren's attackers.

It could have been so much worse if Lopez hadn't been nimble enough to get out of the way, didn't mean it'd save his ass a second time.. now that he was unconcious on the ground. Perfect. If only he had been wrong about Warren and the whole homocidal kill everything in his path thing. Watching the man down the larger Stanley felt justified, watching him do it again and stand on his neck? Sure, that was good too. Seeing him line up the pipe with it apparent of what was about to happen next? That was going a little too far for Brody, even he had to draw the line somewhere. Before Warren could take his well deserved swing he felt himself pulled backwards - falling - a short distance to the outter wall of the bar he had previously come out of.

To his perspective he was grounded there, the alleyway's sidewalk now a wall and the other wall closing the alleyway a ceiling. To Aura, Jonah and Stanley, Warren looked to be stuck against the wall, until he tried to move, then it would look a wholly different sight.
"Innocent bystandard! Innocent bystandard!" Pleading his case, hands raised in surrender - hopefully quick enough to show no harmful intent before Aura moved in to slice n' dice him to itty bits.
"Both sides made their point, the scores are equal.. no need to take this any further. Right?" Yeah.. he was a deadman..

"I missed the Human scum" She said having entirely meant to kill the man. She landed in a crouched position looking at the remaining friend. She watched as the man passed out with barely a wound on him. She shook her head in clear disappointment at the mans obvious lack of combat experience, she had fought on with stab wounds before. Standing, rising to a less then intimidating hight, The raven haired girl looked at the other man who remained standing.

She then heard a voice tell her she could kill these to, she considered the option thoughtfully, as the Aura around her hands reshaped itself into a set of hammers. She glanced over to watch as Warren lined up his shot literally aiming to knock the man's teeth out. Aura cringed slightly at this, not out of fear but of the fact that it was a public area and likely to attract attention. Attention was not good as cops has an annoying habit of having to die.

Aura glanced at Flux as he said he was an innocent by stranded. She also watched as Warren was suddenly forced against an Alley wall. This took her attention away from the terrified Jonah. Aura needed only moments to assume she was looking at a Mutant power at work. Guessing from the mans words and the sudden restraint warren found himself in Aura looked at flex and smiled, brightly. "your a mutant" she said almost a question.

Warren felt himself being pulled into the wall, eventually succumbing to the change in gravity. The unknown man who had been watching the whole time explained his innocence once again. Hearing Aura ask him if he was a mutant Warren interjected with his own questions

“Whose side are you on anyway? One moment you’re helping me the next you’re helping them!”

By now Stanley was realizing his chance and was beginning to plot his escape. Looking over at Jonah and Lopez he figured it best to attempt to save his self, and then call the police. Gathering himself he stood and ran down the dark alley that Aura had emerged from, pulling out his phone and dialing the police along the way.
Warren watched as he ran into the darkness his eyes turning towards Aura and the other man.

“Can you let me go, he is gone now? And I’m pretty sure we need to get out of here.”
Looking at how bad the scene was already with one man dying and a living witness this was not were anyone wanted to be.

"I.. might be? If I were .. that means I'm not going to get my head chopped off, yeah?" Offering up a strained smile just to show how much she really did intimidate him. With the glowing swords of stabby goodness she had going on earlier, could anyone blame him? His eyes flitted to Warren when he satarted talking to him, but too worried about Aura's intentions to give up anymore of his attention.

"Actually, I went from helping you to helping myself.. I'm not one for being arrested because of murder or serious bodily harm. It's the holiday season, so consider it an early Christmas gift.. I kept us all from being locked up." Smiling nervously at the pair of them, looking back and forth from Warren to Aura. "It's cool if you didn't get me anything, we did just meet and all." With Warren having not moved from the position he found himself in he simply slid down the wall the few inches it took to find the concrete beneath his feet again. Brody so would have gotten kicked in the face if he had dropped Warren while he was standing, that was mostly assured.

"I try not to harm mutants unless i have to and even then i try not to kill" she said honestly. She cursed as she watched the man run away and knew following him would likely be a poor plan. She let her Aura fade until it was just a thin outline existed around her body. She smiled and shook her head, nights like this were what she looked forward to even now.

"Either way, the police won't much care whose actually guilty only that we are mutants. I know a place where we can be safe, but we must move before the police decided we have done something wrong" She said as if the dyeing man and the knocked out man were nothing serious, and to Aura they really were not. She ignored the part about Christmas, she had never tried to understand the corporate holiday nor did she wish to.

"either of you drive? I know how to get to the place on foot but driving would be of course faster." she said looking around. Even if the man did not call the police, someone was going to find this mess and scream and that would be far more then enough. She waived the two others to follow her as she moved from the alley torward the street.

As his feet touched the ground, Warren looked back towards the direction the human ran off to, partly considering running him down and finishing the job. Deciding against it he turned his attention to Aura as she spoke.

>> "Either way, the police won't much care whose actually guilty only that we are mutants. I know a place where we can be safe, but we must move before the police decided we have done something wrong"<<

Warren looked back down the alleyway where the human scum had escaped to, his escape really ticking Warren’s nerves as his foot began tapping the pavement below. It wasn’t so much that he was getting away that bothered him it was the fact he was allowing someone to out run him. Not since high school has anyone out ran Warren, an achievement he was quite proud of. Coming to terms that he will get his revenge later Warren began to approach the others.

>> "either of you drive? I know how to get to the place on foot but driving would be of course faster."<< Aura continued.

Walking past Aura and the unknown male Warren approached the dying Lopez, patting his pockets for anything valuable and taking his white and blue Puma shoes after checking the size. Once finished he repeated the same process on Jonah (he didn’t take his shoes) but did take his cell phone and placed it into his pocket for later.

“I don’t drive but can get you there faster than anything in this city….” Replied Warren with a small grin, eyes traveling up her slim frame. “…and with a far more exciting ride.” Winking in her direction playfully, sure she was a homicidal crazy chick but she’s a cute homicidal crazy chick. Looking to the unknown man he spoke.

“You coming? And if you are you have to find you own way, I only seat one."

Wonderful, now he was an accessory to murder. Only because he wouldn't lift a finger to help Lopez survive - the guy got what was coming to him after all the crap he and his friends were spewing. The one that ran away was the guy who really deserved it though. Did that make him a bad guy? He didn't think so. As the guy he had 'saved' lowered back to the ground he awaited the the oncoming foot to the face. It wouldn't have been the first time, honestly. When it didn't come and the other man decided to rumage through the pockets of the 'human supremecists' Brody let out a small sigh of relief, and perhaps aggitation, having already thought of doing that but been too late to the punch it seems.

"I don't have a car of my own persay, but if we found one I'd know how to get it running." When the previously getting beaten on man talked again Brody couldn't help but give a smirk. They might end up becoming friends, what with their attitudes. And they may need to band together for protection from the sword/hammer wielding killer-chick if she got tired of them both being so mouthy with her. "And I can totally stick him back to the wall if it'd win points on not getting stabbed later for anything stupid I may say.. which, let's face it, is more than likely to happen than not." Both men were vying for the woman's favor by saying things that were going to get their asses hand to them. Game. On!

Enough mocked frivolity to help push the sight of the bleeding (and the just unconcious) men to the back of his mind he stepped away from the bar door he had been barricading shut with his back. He inclined his head as he spoke again to Aura, signalling he was all for getting the hell out of there. "Lead and I shall follow" A safe haven would be good right about now. Nobody to see which way he went towards his own home. So beneficial to be making new friends.. except these friends were likely to get him locked up for life. You just have to take the good with the bad..