Well, that was fun.

Chainsaw has had this dream before ( Read more... )

Chainsaw wakes up, snuggles into the empty bed with a sigh, and reviews last night's events fondly in his head.

...Wait.

Wait.

The next fifteen minutes see him dressed, showered, out of there, and knocking somewhat urgently on Nita Callahan's door.

Chainsaw is in a booth by the stairs with a jug of whiskey and a shot glass, sulking like a four-year-old.

...Okay, okay. Drinking. Don't hurt me.

From here.

Okay, so theoretically there's a gym around here somewhere.

Or so Roy would have it.

On a whim (like he ever does anything for any other reason), Chainsaw goes looking for the thing.

Who knows. Might meet someone interesting.

He leads them to the steel-reinforced room from yesterday.

No sense wasting it.

The feeling that there are two people behind him when he hears only one set of footsteps is... strange.

Not entirely unpleasant, but strange.