Slim
I replied, and he shook his head, sipping his bottle of juice.
"But if it happens again," he paused, using his finger to trace his neck, "they're dead."
"Isn't that going too far?" I asked, slipping my hands into my pockets, and he smirked.
"You obviously don't know Slim," he said. That got me thinking. I realized I didn't really know him beyond the fact that he dealt drugs and had anger issues. "What do I need to know?" I asked, my eyes returning to Hayden on the court.