He’s not sure how they wound up in such a situation. What had started out innocent enough, two friends attending a comedy show and having a good time, had turned so much more sinister. It’s past midnight now, and the pair find themselves at gunpoint in a dimly lit alley.
In hindsight, perhaps it hadn't been the best idea to risk a short cut back to the hotel. Heading down side-streets in the middle of the night, especially in such a small group, is a tragedy waiting to happen. SAL is now wishing they’d never gone to the goddamn show in the first place - it wasn’t worth risking his fucking life.
It’s your average situation, for a mugging. One moment, they’re trapped in a back alley, not far from the venue. The guy who has them captured is hooded, holds a handgun, and it’s aimed directly at Brian. Attempts have been made to reason with the stranger, but all in vain. He demands a price.
Abruptly, all too suddenly, Sal steps out in front of his friend.
But he’s made a critical mistake, and the sudden movement comes with consequences, for now he’s crumpled on the ground with a bullet in his arm. There’s a mutter of the word ‘shit’ from the assailant, and then he’s gone.