I DO NOT OWN REIGN. I SET THIS IN 2018 BECAUSE OF STUPID COVID.

FACE CLAIMS

CHRIS REYES- XOLO MARIDUEÑA

NATE BAKER- TANNER BUCHANAN

SHAWN KLAAS- FINN WOLFHARD

DUFFY- PAUL WALTER HAUSER

Duffy's Tavern. Chicago, Illinois. December 11, 2018.

Shawn Klaas leaned up against the wooden wall of Duffy's Tavern as he pressed his woolen mittens to his face for warmth. It was pretty damn cold on this particular night in Chicago. Winter was always cold, but the windy city was infamous for having some especially rough winters. Nate had told him to wait outside the tavern, but Shawn decided that he wasn't going to get his ass frozen off for nothing. As soon as he entered the dive bar, Shawn was instantly hit with the smell of tobacco smoke. As he pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, Shawn just couldn't understand how in the Hell tobacco could be legal, but not Marijuana. At least with weed, you could consume it in brownies or cookies and basically nullify the risk of cancer.

He went up to the bar and took a seat on a lime green swivel chair as he watched Duffy, the barkeep and local weed supplier, clean some glasses. He was a scruffy looking guy with round framed glasses; the kind that John Lennon wore. Duffy was a hard, but decent guy though and had always treated Shawn and his boys good; even though they were all under 21.

"Can I get a Mike's Hard Lemonade?" Shawn asked with a grin as Duffy gave him a look that said he was not amused.

"Hell no, I ain't losing my liquor license for your scrawny ass." Duffy replied without missing a beat.

"Fine, how about a root beer and some honey BBQ boneless wings? Shawn tried instead.

"No more root beer or wings until you and your boys pay your tab; which currently stands at a hundred and eight bucks." Duffy insisted as he showed Shawn the receipts that he'd kept from their orders over the past 2 months.

"Come on Duffy, my purchases only account for thirty nine bucks out of that!" Shawn protested as he looked over the receipts. "Nate's obsession with RC cola is where most of that comes from. Can't you let me charge a 2 dollar root beer?"

"Root beers are 2.50 now, had to jack up the price cause of inflation bull shit." Duffy groaned as he knew that his customers hated it when he had to jack up prices, but business was business. "Besides, as you said, you already got thirty nine bucks worth of food and drink on the tab and if you don't pay up by the end of the month, I'll have to take it out of your ass." Duffy liked Shawn well enough, but when you're working the bar game, money's gotta come first.

"Don't worry Duffy, I'll pay what I owe." I assured him.

"I ain't worried, but you should be. What I said to you goes double for your boys, so you be sure to pass it along to Chris and Nate." Duffy warned as he made a whiskey on the rocks for another customer. Shawn tried to hide it, but he was nervous. Duffy had a green belt in karate, so he knew how to kick some ass when the situation called for it.

Eventually, Nate Baker walked in took the stool next to Shawn. He was a year older and a bit more street savvy the the 18 year old Klaas. He honestly looked like a greaser with his slicked back hair and his worn in leather jacket.

"Sup Shawn, did you order me anything?" Nate inquired with a smirk.

"Nope, Duffy called our tab." Shawn explained with a nervous look in his eye:

"This is some bull shit Duffy!" Nate exclaimed with a pissy voice. "You know us, we're totally good for it; when have we ever not paid what is owed?"

"Last month." Duffy pointed out with a glare.

"That's a lie, you told me you'd add it on to this month's and Shawn heard you say it." Nate shot back.

"That was last month. You've got a tab that's 3 months old which amounts to over three hundred bucks." Duffy clarified as he got in Nate's face. "I just told Shawn here that if i don't get that money by month's end, i'll have to beat it out of you." Nate said nothing as he pull out his cell phone and texted furiously. After a few minutes, his face lit up and he shoved his phone in Duffy's face.

"Ha, Chris said that he scored big on a sale." Nate revealed with pride. "He's got the cash and he's on his way; so fork over the root beer and the wings!"

"Fine, i'll get you the root beer and wings; you little shit." Duffy growled as he took the order and placed it with the cook. "But if i don't get that money by closing, I am gonna fuck you both up." Shawn hated it when Nate ran his mouth off like that, but he also knew that his boy was legit. If Chris said he'd have three hundred bucks, he'd have it. Shawn didn't know how the Hell Chris was gonna get it; but he'd have it.

After 5 minutes and when the root beer and wings were almost gone, the bell above the door rang and in walked Chris Reyes. Shawn had always been jealous of Chris's looks. He had some nice muscles, a scruffy head of black hair and a pair of brown eyes that drove the chicks wild. Shawn and Nate heaved a sigh of relief as they saw their friend stroll up and slam a wad of bills on the counter.

"Here's your money Duffy; try not to shit yourself, bueno?" Chris remarked as he took a stool between his homies. Duffy took the cash before giving the middle finger as a reply.

"So, did you close that deal with the MLD's?" Shawn asked as he finished up his food.

"Hell yeah, now we got a steady buyer for our merch and we can get that prick Matthew and his storm troopers off our backs." Chris replied as Duffy handed him a shot of Captain Morgan's rum.

"Easy on the rum bro; the Lord is our shepherd, but you're our ride home." Nate remarked, earning a laugh from his pals.

"I'm only having the one, let's go before I have more." Chris called as he and the boys walked out. Shawn knew that his boys weren't perfect, but they were all the family he had in the world after getting disowned by his biological family; and that was just fine by him.

MARY WILL SHOW UP IN THE NEXT CHAPTER. I JUST WANTED TO TAKE A MOMENT TO INTRODUCE OUR SUPPORTING CHARACTERS. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.