[ WP ] You call to order pizza , but unknowingly call a hit man

The Doorbell rang. Finally the pizza was here. My friends and I had been drinking since clocking off at 5pm after working 8 hours hard labour for the same arsehole of a boss, and now 6 hours later we were all feeling the need for food. Fred got up and staggered drunkenly down the hallway to the door kicking over a few empty beer bottles on his way. The rest of us, myself, Charlie and Rob, sat around trying to decide what show to binge on netflix next. 
 
 
 “ Uh lads? ” he shouted from the door “ This guy say ’ s he needs £300. How much did you all order? ” Me and the others looked around at each other puzzled. We ’ d only ordered two large ones, how could thae come to £300? They must had gotten the order wrong so I went to join Fred out in the hall way and get this cleared up. At this point I was hungry and drunk and really couldn ’ t be arsed with an argument right now. The man who stood at the door definitely wasn ’ t the pizza guy. For start he wasn ’ t some spotty teen but a guy around six feet tall wearing an ankle length black leather jacket and a cowboy hat. 
 
 “ Look stop messing me around ” The guy says “ I got a call about an order and now I ’ m here to deliver. Now I ’ m gon na need paying or I ’ m gon na have to take something from one of you worth more than £300 ” Fred burst out laughing while I was still pretty confused by the whole situation ( The 9 or so pints of beer I ’ d already had weren ’ t helping much ) 
 “ C ’ mon ” Fred slurred “ Who put you up to ’ this? Was it Charlie? Charlie! You dickhead, is this you? ” 
 
 
 By this point the cowboy at my front door started getting irate. He pushed my and Fred backwards towards the living room and shoved us hard onto the unoccupied sofa. “ Look you little Shits ” He snarled at us “ I ’ ve been called up to carry out a job and I ’ m not ready to have my time dicked around by a bunch of drunken idiots. Now you ’ re gon na tell me who I ’ m hitting, hand over the £300 and I ’ ll be on my way ” 
 
 
 Finally the penny dropped in each of us and we realised what this guy was. My friends and I looked around at each other, mouths agape. There was only one way out of this mess and so rarely does an opportunity like this come along. So. Who did we want to kill the most? 
 
 
 

