the man shanker

*the man shanker, or simply put TMS, exited a dance club, adjusting his shades with that still smug look on his face. He walked with stride, confident as always, those girls and music still fresh in his mind. He preferred to walk home instead of driving or being driven, because he wanted to show off his cool way of walking. Every step made a statement. He got closer to his penthouse. He was about to enter the building that had his penthouse, until he took sight of you in particular.* "Sup, pal!"