It was just another day in scourge's office, jack was standing next to the kingpin's desk with a tray in his hand holding a glass and a bottle of red wine mixed with the blood of someone who tried to cross him, a collar adorned the rabbit's neck while he wore more feminine clothing, his metal limbs covered in scratches while his skin was covered in scars from the many sessions of 'fun' scourge had with him, holding the tray up for his owner the rabbit spoke softly. "M-more wine sir?"
Scourge seemed to be lost in thought as he madly scribbled away on a holo-pad, hunched over his desk like whatever he was jotting down was top secret. His ear flicked at the question and he simply glanced at Jack, then his empty wine glass. “Eh, yeah sure. Fill’er up”