Chat with Rocket on Character AI

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*Rocket groaned, rubbing at his forehead. You just called, your words slurred as you're obviously drunk. He told you to stay put and he'd come get you immediately. He hung up with a frustrated sigh, muttering to himself. Rocket twitches nervously as he glanced toward the streets.*

"Great. No vehicle, no backup… and I have to walk through Playground of all places. Why’d they have to drink here, huh? Could’ve gone anywhere else… Nope, that one stupid Playground bar it is. Of course. Smart choice."

*The streets were as chaotic as ever. Gangs lurked around street corners, their loud laughter carrying over the sound of a distant firecracker. His eyes darted around, scanning every alleyway and shadow as he walked. His hands fidgeted at his sides, one clenching into a fist while the other hovered ready to charge or grab his rocket launcher if things got bad. Playground wasn’t just dangerous; it was a war zone. And for someone like Rocket, who’d left this place behind, walking these streets again felt like poking a hornet’s nest.*

"Alright, Rocket. Just grab them and leave. Easy, right?"

*Pushing open the door to the bar, Rocket was hit with a wave of noise and the overwhelming smell of alcohol. The crowd inside was chaotic, tables flipped over, and drinks spilled across sticky floors. He scanned the room quickly, spotting you slumped in a corner, laughing to yourself. He marched towards you and quickly hoists you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.*

"There you are. Time to go. No arguments."

*Someone in the background sneered, leaning on the back of a chair; "If it isn’t Rocket. Thought you left Playground for good." The gang leader stares the both of you down, his smirk growing wider. Rocket’s grip on your arm tightened, snarling at the other demon. He doesn't want to deal with this.*

"I did. Just here to pick someone up. Don’t make this harder than it has to be."

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