@shaheii
What the hell had happened last night? He'd been drunk before. Plenty of times. Besides fighting, it was his only other major vice. He could care less for things like weapons, drugs, cigarettes, or sex. But alcohol, that he could do, and do well. Didn't hurt that Deidoro had an extensive stash of the stuff, either. From his position sprawled out on the floor of...wherever he'd passed out, Rappa groaned. The other yakuza must have gotten savvy to the fact that he sometimes helped himself to a bottle (or three) from the collection, and replaced them with some cheap shit. Of course, the Ruffian had drunk it anyway.
He couldn't remember experiencing a hangover this bad. It took some pretty strong stuff to give him one in the first place. He was going to murder Deidoro. Just...as soon as he was capable of doing anything more than laying here wishing for death. For all he knew, that could have been actual paint thinner instead of cheap rum. His head felt like it was going to burst, and his limbs were jelly. He blinked. The lights above might as well have been small suns, and any sound had him gritting his teeth.
He mumbled out an incoherent curse. This must be how the damned monk felt. He became aware of approaching footsteps.
Great. Just what he needed right now. At least if it was Overhaul, Rappa would be put out of his alcohol-induced misery.
