[ After eight days on the road with no plumbing, no booze, and no fighting, Gojyo was about to lose his mind. (And sure, there had been plenty of fighting with Goku, and threats from Sanzo, but by the time they were down to eating Can Surprise twice a day, nobody had the energy anymore to squabble.)
The city had looked like paradise as they approached, all bright and noisy life -- Goku had gorged himself into a stupor, Sanzo had retreated to the far corner of the common room with a fresh newspaper and a beer, Hakkai was up to his elbows in laundry, and as for Gojyo? Gojyo was out the door as soon as the sun went down. There had been an itch growing beneath his skin for the last couple of days, an itch that needed to be scratched with a good drunk, or a good fight, or a good fuck. And he wasn't really too picky about which one he found. ]
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The city had looked like paradise as they approached, all bright and noisy life -- Goku had gorged himself into a stupor, Sanzo had retreated to the far corner of the common room with a fresh newspaper and a beer, Hakkai was up to his elbows in laundry, and as for Gojyo? Gojyo was out the door as soon as the sun went down. There had been an itch growing beneath his skin for the last couple of days, an itch that needed to be scratched with a good drunk, or a good fight, or a good fuck. And he wasn't really too picky about which one he found. ]