Unchartered Drake's encounters.
The flat wasn't the fanciest of all flats just plain and simple. Silver wallpaper, a little torn in places no thanks to the stray cat getting through the window it was more of an expert at climbing buildings then Nate! One sofa, two armchairs, a TV and a coffee table in the living room they were sitting.
"Oh no" Sully spoke whilst lighting a cigar " no I remember it as when you were grabbing onto the sinking rock you were on in the desert going into the massive sinkhole, I was on another rock fighting Talbot thanks to your crazy scheme of yours, I was getting one on him by kicking the living crap out of him then you climbed up when the job was done."
Sully put the cigar in his mouth after he finished. Nate objected.
"No it wasn't that's a load of shit. Yes you did beat the crap out of Talbot, then you got yourself in a dilemma when he ducked when you were going for a jab in the face, he winded you then started to punch the living crap out of you. Yours truly climbed as quick as he could up the big sinking rock, pulled my gun out of the holster, then shot Talbot, thus saving Sullivan." Nate had a massive grin on his face.
Sully groaned loudly, and breathed out a huge amount of smoke from the cigar. A few moments passed and Nate chuckled to himself satisfied that he won the debate. Sully just kept with his cigar; it was quite out of puff by the looks of it. It was centimeters from his mouth.
"Sully one of these days you're gona burn you moustache of'
"Ah back get lost kid, I enjoy my smokes even if it kills …" it went quiet and all that could be heard was more chuckling from Nate "well if it does I say life well spent. Plus do you how much these cost?"
"No but I know roughly how much I'm saving each year. Well if these cigars of yours are so good lets have one."
A huge smirk came to Sully's face and reached onto the coffee table, a cigar along with the lighter.
"Knock yourself out kid."
"Thank you very much kind sir." Nate said with a little laugh in his voice. Sully grunted again loudly. Whilst Nate lighted the cigar he looked a Sully and gave him a look.
"Nearly everything you say, you make sound so dirty."
"Eh I can't help how good my voice sounds."
A laugh would of come out Nate's mouth but instead a massive, nasty, wheezy cough came out from when he put the cigar in his mouth. It was the opposite this time, a laugh that roared the room down came from Sully, and a loud grunt came from Nate.