Inebriated Assassin
Booth had enough of this place. He wasn't adjusting well at all and he couldn't find the joy in the island like the other citizens on the island. John found himself cursing the rather cluttered and uncomfortable Compound. John found himself kicking the sand that got into his shoes and followed him no matter how far he went from the beach. And John found himself cursing the fact that he still didn't have his gun back from that putrid little boy.
There was one thing that Booth didn't curse, and that was a nice glass of whiskey. No matter how obnoxious the island became, Booth still had his whiskey. He sat on a large rock outside the compound, bottle in hand, well on his way to finishing it off.
((ST/LT welcome. He's drunk which means honesty and drunk!talk for all! :D))
There was one thing that Booth didn't curse, and that was a nice glass of whiskey. No matter how obnoxious the island became, Booth still had his whiskey. He sat on a large rock outside the compound, bottle in hand, well on his way to finishing it off.
((ST/LT welcome. He's drunk which means honesty and drunk!talk for all! :D))