[The bright morning light seeps between the window blinds, casting its self upon Nero's face. The morning light usually means another pleasant day for him but not this time. His head is splitting, his memory fuzzy, his body sore in not so favorable places, and he appears to be missing his coat.]
Urrggghhh.....
[He slowly blinks his eyes open trying to adjust to the light shining in his face but to no avail, that light is just too damn bright and he is seriously not feeling well.]
Tch....dammit....alright alright......
[He sits upright ignoring the pain from his back. He opens his eyes and scans the foreign room for his coat and belongings. It's a small hotel living room coated with floral wallpapers, a couch which he is resting on, a coffee table placed infront of it where his gun rests, a small television with two windows on both sides, a kitchen to his left, and the master bedroom to his right.]
Where the hell am I? Shit.
[Nero stands and nearly trips over several empty bottles of Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker, and various other kinds of alcohol. Nero retrieves his gun and places it back in it's holster then wonders over to the kitchen. He makes it to the sink, turns it on, and washes his face scanning his memory for anything that could tell him where he is and how he ended up there.]
got a 8
Urrggghhh.....
[He slowly blinks his eyes open trying to adjust to the light shining in his face but to no avail, that light is just too damn bright and he is seriously not feeling well.]
Tch....dammit....alright alright......
[He sits upright ignoring the pain from his back. He opens his eyes and scans the foreign room for his coat and belongings. It's a small hotel living room coated with floral wallpapers, a couch which he is resting on, a coffee table placed infront of it where his gun rests, a small television with two windows on both sides, a kitchen to his left, and the master bedroom to his right.]
Where the hell am I? Shit.
[Nero stands and nearly trips over several empty bottles of Jack Daniels, Johnny Walker, and various other kinds of alcohol. Nero retrieves his gun and places it back in it's holster then wonders over to the kitchen. He makes it to the sink, turns it on, and washes his face scanning his memory for anything that could tell him where he is and how he ended up there.]
What happened last night?