Date: Tuesday, December 31 Time: 11:30 PM Event: 3. The Riot Location: Somewhere near Navy Pier Status: closed (@replicaticns)
The riot admittedly had gotten off on the wrong foot for Cain. Temporarily losing his arm and then having to heal Benjamin Granger’s crazy plant bitch has put him in a sour mood, one more suited for sulking in his apartment and watching Netflix than throwing trash cans through the windows.
But the riot waits for no man and Cain’s still fucking mad. He’s always going to be fucking mad and the day he becomes more tired than he is mad is probably going to be the day he finally lays down and dies.
So he sucks it up, pounds a couple of Snickers bars and a half a Gatorade, and starts picking up the nearest objects and tossing them into the nearest breakable things. He’s hurling a trashcan into the glass display window of some bank when a kid runs out in front of him and just barely misses getting hit by a metal trash can or worse, torn apart by falling glass. “Hey!” Cain yells even as he’s moving to pick up the trash can and throw it again. “Watch out dude this is a fucking riot.”