Don’t You Forget About Me || Ladi & Tromp
Tramp’s shortcuts brought him right where he was sure Elaine would be. To his credit, he was right, but unfortunately she had stumbled on one of the gangs that had been keeping Tramp away from her. He bristled, knowing this wasn’t going to end well. He knew he had two options, either act tough and scare them away or go in swinging and hope that scares them away.
Either option he had was a toss up as to what would work. He decided to try the first and strode out confidently next to Elaine.
“Are these kids bothering you?” he asked her as he slide an arm around her shoulders, clearly indicating that she was with him.
Elaine jumped slightly at Tramp’s touch but once she realized it was him, she quickly calmed down and decided to play along.
"A little bit, yes actually," she said with a challenging look at her assailants. The hoodlums merely laughed in response, though.
"Well lookie who it is," laughed the oldest one, who was clearly the leader of their little gang. "Our old buddy Trash is back.”
"You ready for another beatdown, pretty boy?" snarled the one with the shaved head.
"Yeah, we’ll bust his brains in AND take his girl," said the rat-faced one. "How do you like that, TRASH?”
And before Tramp could respond, that last goon was grabbing Elaine’s arm and jerking her away from him.