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Re: The City of Fallen Angels and Broken Wings
DIR By: Demonreach
Date: September 21, 2013, 3:15 am
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Due to the lack of alcohol in his room, he had gone back down to
find some more, and during which, had heard Lelain call out.
He stopped cold.
"My whore?" He murmured to himself, his eyes hard and cold as
the words stirred in his mind. "And don't call me Clint, if you
want to stay here!" He snapped. "You are not my whore. There was
just the one time. And if you want more alcohol, buy it."
Brian walked over to the woman, Lelain, and gave him the key to
his room. "You can stay there for the night. I don't think I'll
be getting much sleep tonight. And take the one who thinks she
needs to know who I am with you. My head is going to split open
soon and I'd rather not have that be my last impression." He
plucked the cigarette from her mouth and stomped it out. "Not in
my house."
While he wasn't as drunk as he had been a few hours before, he
knew that being out this late at night would get him arrested.
Or pulled over at least.
Maybe he would get into a fight with a cellmate, now that he was
sober enough. Granted, his reflexes were always pretty keen...
In any case, he welcomed the cool breeze of the night and
noticed three guards.
He almost called out to them, but they seemed pretty
preoccupied, so he sat on the steps, breathing in and out
slowly, enjoying the cool, crisp air.
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