MOVED @stvampyr

He sat on his ass on the carpeted floor staring at the man still in bed, mouth half ajar. The fucking audacity?

"Now wait a fucking minute, you shithead"

Fumbling, he sought out something to aid him back up so that he could, at least, have the height advantage during whatever argument might come. Flint looked, well, the same, and that thought annoyed him fiercely. ' fucking bastard '.

"If anyone should get the fuck out of here, it should be you, James"

Silver could not help the mocking way he spoke the name of his former partner. He was annoyed, his head was pounding and he could feel the way his stomach turned every time he moved. Clearly upset about whatever shit had gone down last night. What was worse was the fact that he had no idea where his prosthetic leg were. His only escape from this new hell he found himself in.

it isn’t until he calls him a prick that he actually sees him. james looks over his shoulder, not giving a damn about what state he’s in. silver. the name comes to him in a way that feels unnatural. john silver. clearly not decent. along with the name and his face comes the strange, distorted mental image of staring down the barrel of his gun. “shit, what kind of nightmare is this?” he wonders out loud, a grim look on his face, “and what kind of poison did we take last night?”