"AAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGH!!!!!!!!!" The scream filled the room, making the few birds left in the area jump into the air and flee.
"Would you please relax?" By-uong smirked. Hwoarang snapped, looking up at his friend standing behind him.
"I'm fine, so get off my back!" Hwoarang hissed. The muscular young man behind him chuckled, placing a cloth on Hwoarang's shoulder. Hwoarang had given up struggling but the pain shooting through his body overwhelmed in, and by pure instinct, he grabbed By-uong's arm and threw him over the shoulder and through the room.
"Oups," Hwoarang smiled, when his friend hit the wall. But his smile turned into a grimace, when the pain shot through his sore shoulder again. By-uong stood up, looking at Hwoarang. He shook his head with a low "tsk" and walked back to the red haired guy. They looked at each other for a moment, when Hwoarang started smiling.
"Who would've guessed, that it was so dangerous to take a walk friday night?"
"And it sure didn't help, when you hit Paul square in the face." By-uong added, as they turned towards the kitchen door.
"Hey, I didn't know he was carrying a gun..."
"So what would you assume he had in is pants, a flash light?"
The two of them walked out of the room, laughing like maniacs. Just the thought of Paul having anything in his pants were a thought none of them would be able to get out of the head the next couple of days.