Two Spiteful friends Shouting to the Beat

Two Spiteful friends Shouting to the Beat Sam had always loved magical Las Vegas with its tame, talented tunnels. It was a place where she felt worried. She was a ruthless, bold, whiskey drinker with big eyes and blonde hair. Her friends saw her as a tame, talented teacher. Once, she had even taken care of a dying, toddler. That's the sort of woman she was. Sam walked over to the window and reflected on her urban surroundings. It's raining cats and dogs. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Emma. Emma was a greedy lawyer with clear eyes and pretty hands. Sam gulped. She was not prepared for Emma. As Sam stepped outside and Emma came closer, she could see the creepy smile on his face. \"Look Sam,\" growled Emma, with a serious glare that reminded Sam of his personality. \"It's not that I want a fight, but you owe me 28.000 dollars.\" Sam looked back, even more unstable and still fingering a peculiar newspaper. \"Emma, I don't have the money,\" she replied. They looked at each other with anxious feelings, with R & B music playing in the background and two spiteful friends shouting to the beat. Suddenly, Emma lunged forward and tried to punch Sam in the face. Quickly, Sam grabbed a wine bottle and brought it down on Emma's head. Emma's legs trembled and her pretty hands wobbled. She looked anguished, her bag fell with bundles of dollars. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Emma was dead. Sam went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey, and then she take Emma's bag THE END