#fasterthanfury

Berlioz was a creature of habit. Not always good ones either. Francis was pure evidence of that. The man was Berli's primary dealer and he needed more. He was at Francis' apartment, comfortable enough there at this point to not feel completely out of place. Berlioz had just done a few lines with him and felt an instant relief when the drugs hit. Cocaine was great and all but Berli wanted something more. Berlioz pulled his wallet out to pay Francis, handing him the cash. "Pleasure doing business as always," he said in a light tone with a smirk. "Say, you got anything else? There's just this itch I can't scratch lately. You know what I mean? I think you'd understand better than anyone, Francis." Berli didn't know what he wanted in particular. Maybe he just wanted to trip for hours and escape the reality he was in. "If you do, I have the money for it."

❛ ha , undefeated ! i told ya no one can ever beat me at my own game , artemis- ❜ one look away from the sailor v cabinet her bag and boom , the white cat was gone . how nice of him to have decided to leave her alone just as she was proving a very good point — or just wasting time at the arcade , either or . as far as mona was concerned , the sailor v game was practice and therefore there was no reason why artemis should complain about her habits . now , if only she could find that damn cat ...

location: pour unfortunate soul

Hans knew he was a bit of a dick, almost every woman he'd been with had told him something to that extent. But however self-absorbed he was, or comfortably he lived, he knew he couldn't have come across as dickish as the guy next to him. Taking a swig of his Jameson, Hans turned to the man beside him and asked the question that had been burning the back of his mind for the last 40 minutes. "Dude, are you always this loud?"