Stalemate: J'adoube
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Pete makes it back to his apartment, in some pain.
Pete straightened up again, ignoring the pains as he did. He'd be in utter agony tomorrow - thank god he'd had the foresight to cancel all his appointments. For now, between the painkillers and the adrenaline, he'd get through the next couple of hours. "You earned the fucking pains, old son. Live with it." he muttered
Job done. It's started now.
He splashed water across his face, and looked at himself in the mirror, and found a pale and shaking reflection staring back at him. The nosebleed had started again, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, then looked down at it with a twisted smile.
Job done. Probably take them a couple of days for the next bit...
He washed the blood off his hand, watched it swirl down the drain, absently making a list of the things he had to do. Emma had the party set, assuming everything else went as planned. He needed to arrange to have Michaels put on the staff there, but that'd be easy enough.
Job done. You just beat your best mate to within an inch of his life, and left him lying there.
Pete doubled up over the sink, and threw up again.
Pete straightened up again, ignoring the pains as he did. He'd be in utter agony tomorrow - thank god he'd had the foresight to cancel all his appointments. For now, between the painkillers and the adrenaline, he'd get through the next couple of hours. "You earned the fucking pains, old son. Live with it." he muttered
Job done. It's started now.
He splashed water across his face, and looked at himself in the mirror, and found a pale and shaking reflection staring back at him. The nosebleed had started again, and he wiped it with the back of his hand, then looked down at it with a twisted smile.
Job done. Probably take them a couple of days for the next bit...
He washed the blood off his hand, watched it swirl down the drain, absently making a list of the things he had to do. Emma had the party set, assuming everything else went as planned. He needed to arrange to have Michaels put on the staff there, but that'd be easy enough.
Job done. You just beat your best mate to within an inch of his life, and left him lying there.
Pete doubled up over the sink, and threw up again.
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