A rough night

by Leaderoftherow

the boss of the saints (Shane Miller) is pretty much in love with Kinzie but his party hard life style does nothing to help him in that department. also he is the british voice guy with anime hair and 0 age. Also he has a a sister who is 24 called Sarah

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I wake up in a gutter. I check myself out only to discover I have lost my right shoe. I rub my eyes and attempt to sit up but the pain in my head forces me to stay down. Before long a crowd forms around me "Look it's the leader of the Saints!" passes through the crowd. I get up and take of my other shoe and use it to hit a guy in the front row who had been shaking his head in disgust. I walk away and tug on my blazer which I had worn last night in an attempt to look slightly decent. I look around myself trying to figure out my surroundings. It then occurs to me that Kinzie's house or her 'inner sanctum' as she calls it was around the corner. I make my way over to her door and knock it nut the noise causes a surge of pain in my head. I hear Kinzie mutter "Come in," and I walk through the door. I wasn't surprised by the fact the Kinzie had her head in her computer. "You look like shit," she says flatly still not looking away from her screen. I wonder how she saw what I looked like but getting into thought hurts my head so I collapse of the shabby mess that Kinzie calls a sofa or a 'couch' in her case. I remove my sunglasses once on the sofa and Kinzie closes the lid of the laptop she had been working on and spins in her chair to look at me. "So what did you get up to last night?" She says almost too casually. "I don't remember," I say gruffly. She rolls her eyes and says "So why did you come here?"

"It was close," I answer back flatly. She turns back around in her chair and gets some aspirin from her drawer and tosses the pack over to me before turning back around where she starting using one of her may computer. Luckily the pills set in soon enough and I drifted off into a deep sleep. I wake up feeling a lot better than I had that morning. I hear my mobile ring and I answer it without realising my voice was still gruff and croaky. "Ugghhhh what did I tell you about not coming home at night!" my little sisters voice booms through the phone. I am about to stop her from talking anymore but she is the one that cuts me off and continues to shout, "You are 27 years o." I hang up the phone before she can continue. Kinzie gives me a sympathetic smile and before I know it the feeling for her bubble to the surface and I want nothing more than to go up and kiss her.