hair of the dog
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âlegal maybe, not MORAL.â then again, heâd gotten in a pinch of trouble with the law before from silly things like returning a tree that had been uprooted in a villainous SCHEME and falling asleep while dangling stuck out of a window, waiting for his colleagues to return to get him out. but he was a little too tipsy and sleepy to argue much before he returned to his room to CRASHand burn.
âFrankâ rolled his eyes, struggling to support Gustavâs deadweight on the way to the room. Finally, finally Ernest had Gustav exactly where he wanted him. Drunk and helpless, taking him out (or toying a bit) would be childâs play. But...he really wasnât feeling up to the task. He was so....what, loopy? It wouldnât even be fun. So instead of leaving him dead in an alley, Ernest was helping the guy up to his room to sober up.
Not because they were friends or anything. For nefarious reasons.Â
âWell here we are, do you have your key or do I need to let you in?â âFrankâ scrunched up his nose, turning his face away from the stench. âJesus man, how much did you drink?â



















