I'm
alive. Tough shit on your part, Budd. Don't sweat it much, it looks real good on you.
Sweet Mary Marie, I feel so fucking good. That's the last time I die for you,
shitheads. Come to think of it, that's the last time I die here. Never again, you get me?
I have the notepad I lost. You'll never guess what's written in it. Pretty fucking funny.
Now, about those promised drinks...
[ooc; Elle is
playing music ungodly loud in building 11 while dealing with home renovation.]