"Five minutes," he agreed, "Then I'm gonna go try t' figure out who slipped us th' drugs'n kill 'em." Or just take a piss. That need was growing rather uncomfortably. Along with the... sticky mess on his lower body. ...shudder. But he slips an arm between hips and ribs and closes his eye again. Asses aren't that different, he doesn't feel so nauseous against one. Contact without the gross. God help him he's never going to go drinking again. Today.










