Why don't you come on over to my place....
After I came home, I headed to my room, about to lay down when I remembered that stupid fucking body in the fucking Slayer den. Fuck me. All Lindsey's fault. I think so anyway. I hate when Alyx is mad at me and she has been for like fucking forever. Because of him. Good thing I let that idiot go. He wanted me to leave anyway, and really, it's all good. I don't need him, never did, never will.
I called Edmundo and had him take care of the body, I didn't even feel like doing it. I checked the room when he was done and it was like no one was fucking in there. Nice. Now I don't have to worry about it. He asked what to do with all the supplies and I just told him that I'd throw them out. Angel wasn't going to be my toy anymore. Alyx wants me to keep my eyes on the Slayers. Whatever. I was having fun...
After I got something to drink, I headed to my room, taking a shower, then eventually getting dressed. Time for me to go and be a fucking babysitter. Headed out the front door and stopped when I saw Lindsey stumbling up. What the fuck does he want? He's just asking for more trouble.
"What the fuck do you want?"
I called Edmundo and had him take care of the body, I didn't even feel like doing it. I checked the room when he was done and it was like no one was fucking in there. Nice. Now I don't have to worry about it. He asked what to do with all the supplies and I just told him that I'd throw them out. Angel wasn't going to be my toy anymore. Alyx wants me to keep my eyes on the Slayers. Whatever. I was having fun...
After I got something to drink, I headed to my room, taking a shower, then eventually getting dressed. Time for me to go and be a fucking babysitter. Headed out the front door and stopped when I saw Lindsey stumbling up. What the fuck does he want? He's just asking for more trouble.
"What the fuck do you want?"