I stumbled over to where Sinister’s goon was standing, "Yo, King Kong, follow me I have to talk to you."
I clutched my purse in my hands, my hand feeling the cool metal of the gun.
"I thought I was clear about you following me." I stated, trying my best to look sober as I led him towards the bathrooms and away from people.
"I'm doing my job." He said plainly.
"Your job is retarded, stop following me." I pressed my hand against the wall, trying to keep myself from falling over.
"Or what?" He chuckled, his enormous frame made me second guess being able to beat him up.
He laughed humorlessly, "are you going to try and kill me now?"
My face fell, "He told you my plan."
The Hulk nodded, "I’m here to keep an eye on you. I'm here to make sure you don't die. Obviously you can't take care o
