"We'll see. I have my r-reservations." Jonathan was pretty good these days, he didn't tend to stutter too much when he was relaxed or at easy. As soon as the challenge was set and he had to interact with hostiles, his skills soon started to degrade. It was frustrating and humiliating but that was the problem with this process. It took time to unlearn.

As they approached the club, the bouncers were blocking the door and Jonathan sighed. "I don't like our odds." He knew these two. They were jerks. Too strong, no brains and ready to push him around. Well, here went nothing. "I need entry. I'm with F-F-Falcone." Fuck. That was bad. He could see the smirks. "I'm a d-dealer."

"F-F-F-Fuck off, freak."