Ayros had to stop himself from laughing. These were the two most awkward guys he had ever seen. But of course, he couldn't judge them yet. Even if he didn't understand how someone could have so much less charm than him.
"What's so funny? You wanna go next?"
"Actually, sure. I'm Ayros Feron, I'm 16, and I just stole the bus driver's wallet. Take a look at this driver's license!" he said, showing the picture of the dorky looking bus driver to everyone and anyone.
The bus driver grabbed the wallet from Ayros's hands and punched him twice, right in his stomach. Ayros laughed, looked up, and wheezed out, "That the best you got, old man?"
"Go stand over there, by those two. Now."
The bus driver wasn't menacing to Ayros. What was menacing that the bus driver open his shirt just wide enough to show Ayros a peek of the 36 caliber revolver that he was carrying. So reluctantly, Ayros went over to stand beside Vahn and Dreg.