107 - The light, it burns...
...oh, Shiva, I need a pair of sunglasses, I don't care how dark this damn city is right now. Where's Rude when I need him?
Duke, sir, thank you for the bourbon. And the company. And the stories (are you sure Veld sir really did that? I mean, he ... he seemed a more... hm... prissy prude upstanding guy than that.). And for carrying me to the couch; I would have woken up with an even worse headache if I slept against the wall like I was.
I have your jacket when you want it, sir. Or, if you'd like, I can wash it for you first, and give it back to you nice and clean. Just let me know.
Hmm, and now that I'm in a bad/sick mood, time to go see Wesker. Dammit, where'd I leave my gun...? And seriously, I need a potion. Or, at least three aspirin and a pot of coffee.
Duke, sir, thank you for the bourbon. And the company. And the stories (are you sure Veld sir really did that? I mean, he ... he seemed a more... hm... prissy prude upstanding guy than that.). And for carrying me to the couch; I would have woken up with an even worse headache if I slept against the wall like I was.
I have your jacket when you want it, sir. Or, if you'd like, I can wash it for you first, and give it back to you nice and clean. Just let me know.
Hmm, and now that I'm in a bad/sick mood, time to go see Wesker. Dammit, where'd I leave my gun...? And seriously, I need a potion. Or, at least three aspirin and a pot of coffee.