Nicks shoes were a mess, which sucked, his shoes were hard to clean and they costed him 200 dollars, he then heard some other chick on the radio say something about finding a safe place, [i]well, why not? more chicks for me to date[/i] Nick thought and spoke into the headset

[b]Well the bar on the second floor is quite empty and safe,[/b]

Nick took a look at his shoes, he had to clean off all of the Icky vomit mixed with blood mixed with some weird looking liquid that Nick didn't really want to know what it was,

His shoes were easy to clean in the first 10 minutes, but a bitch to clean after, so he gotten off of his little stool, pushing it forward causing a little screech sound, there was a sound of someone yelling "leroy jekins" or some shit faintly in the distance,

So Nick climbed over the bar, and noticed a nearby sink, he tooken off his shoes and began to clean them in the sink with a towel which was near him, he usually had servants to do this but, well chances were they were all crazy or dead