2 Feathers were Plucked
surgicalrevolutionary
gluttxny
The hours had struck by and it was long into the middle of the night and Marco had decided it was time the crew went and head back to the ship. Being one of the more tolerant in terms of Alcohol, he took it upon himself to shepherd the others back after a night of drinking.
On returning to look for a probably overly tipsy Haruta, he caught glance of the women who Haruta had somehow sat himself down with. A palm on his forehead, Marco headed over, apologetically.
"Sorry for my friend there, yoi"











