Chapter Sixty-Seven

It took a couple of minutes but only because he kept messing himself up. Why drink so much if you can't even handle it all? A man should know his limits, no?

Well, my thoughts remain mine alone, nothing would change should the Playboy mess before me hear them. Living in Xoxia, in Steve's Xoxia, I learned time and time again that there are simply just some men who refuse to acknowledge their limits.

It could be drugs, women, alcohol and even weapons. It's always something. Wha I haven't learned yet is why it goes on. I suppose I never will, especially seeing as I hold little sympathy for the kind.

Slapping him across the face with a wet towel I scold, "Get up, eyes open you piece of waste. Where is Fawn?"

Full of reluctance his eyes peer open at me, "Busy."

"We're meant to have a mission with her, what happens with that? And why are you here?"