13 Griffin Way, Saturday night
Squall slammed the door shut behind him angrily. Today's adventure had been great. They'd gotten rid of the bitch queen. Yay.
And two Curagas later, he was still bleeding. What kind of spell had that woman used?
Not to mention the fact that his jacket was torn to shreds.
He groped around in the liquor cabinet, pushed a few bottles aside, and then growled and thumped it with a fist.
"TINK!" he called. "Where the hell's my tequila?"
And two Curagas later, he was still bleeding. What kind of spell had that woman used?
Not to mention the fact that his jacket was torn to shreds.
He groped around in the liquor cabinet, pushed a few bottles aside, and then growled and thumped it with a fist.
"TINK!" he called. "Where the hell's my tequila?"