Backpfeifengesicht
It was impossible to say whose idea it had been, only that Johnny got the draw.
A jump scare. Just a harmless little prank for 141's favorite gal. Simon and König would be right there.
What Johnny didn't expect was that when he lunged out, masked, with a roar and a wave of his arms, your immediate reaction would be to snap your fist into his face, then kick straight up into his balls as hard as you could.
"Backpfeifengesicht," König mutters into his beer, shoulders leaning into the wall behind you on the porch.
In a chair next to him, Simon murmurs, "That's my girl." A smug, satisfied little smile tugs up at one corner of his mouth.
He and König tap their glasses together when Johnny, one hand over his balls and the other up to ward you off, takes off the mask and it only makes you yell louder and start hitting him again.
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