“I better not have drove all the way here for nothing. You really need to be more specific in your texts.”

He was slumped against the wall, holding a half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand, another bottle empty by his side. Squinting, he maneuvered his head upwards to see his brother approaching. “D’n?”

               "They aren't my friends----has it ever occurred                  to you that all of HELL kind of wants my head                  on a PLATTER right now?"

         “ -- and you take longer than a woman to make up your mind...”

Alice rolls her eyes. “I see what Harry means - you do seem like a bit of an asshole.” She grins and tells him, “I’m the newest Ghostfacer.”

                                                “Does this happen often? ‘Cause                                                 I’m seriously considering sending                                                 in my retirement letter.”

     Seeing the other male awaken was a relief, Hannibal wasn’t exactly an expert on bringing people back to consciousness. Standing up, he let his arms move from his sides to fold in front of him, “well I think you OD’d just a bit too much on the sugar” obvious humour evident in his words followed by a small smile. His tone soon took on a serious note, glancing more intently at the male “so, does that happen alot?”