Make amends

"We... as much as it pains me to say it, we gotta be the bigger men," you say.

"Genius!" Ben says. "If we're the bigger men, we'll have a size advantage, we can beat the shit out of them!"

"No, Ben. Like always, you've missed the point," you say.

"... Jack, unless you're following this up with 'The point will be the spear we impale them on!', I worry your point might be that we're pussies," Lukas says.

"I ain't wasting energy on meaningless scraps," you shrug. "Let's go make amends."

Walking forward, you head straight into the hellish group, a confident smile on your face.

"Well, if it isn't this gimp," Asshole McGee mutters.

"Evening, gents," you smile. "How are all of you tonight?"

As the group's faces come across you, not a single one of them smile. Well, that's to be expected.

"What does a gimp like you want?" Tyler asks.

"Alright, then," you shrug. "Look, lads, we've known each other for a year now. We've fought, argued, feuded and worse. I think it's about time we put this to rest. Now that we're growing older, we should've moved past this. So, let's do that. While we might've been enemies in the past, we're adults now. Let's make peace, and try enjoy our last night together, yeah?"

The Assholes seem confused, looking at each other for confirmation that they should respond with the hostility that's expected of them. You keep up a smile, hoping they'll respond in kind, but they don't.

"Look," Tyler says, smiling at you with all his teeth, although it's as pleasant as a shark's mighty grin to a small fish. "You might have been the best of your fellow crew of a moron, a cowardly nerd and an outright loser, but that doesn't mean much. Your crew has caused us issues since we first got here, be it through scaring off chicks with your ugly mugs or questioning our right to rule here. So, why don't you take this pathetic attempt at peace and fuck off? Seriously, you're an embarrassment. You want to make amends, do what you and your motley crew should've done months ago and just leave, yeah?"

Those were some hurtful words, but even you must admit you're surprised when Tyler leans back his head, finding a glob of phlegm and spit, and launching it right between your feet.

"Now fuck off," he says, as he cronies burst into laugher.

Well, that was a solid attempt at peace. The best you could try, at least. So, what now?