"About time," Gannen sighed as Steve stumbled into the room.
"My head's pounding, the room's spinning, I can't breathe," Steve moaned as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "And I'm gonna vomit."
"You deserve it." Gannen hissed. "How is anyone going to be able to take you seriously if you're drunk all the time?"
"You know what Gannen? I'm the Lord and you're not, so stop telling me what to do!" He smiled. "Besides, they'll follow me no matter what."
"How much does Darren know?" Gannen asked, switching topics.
"Nothing," Steve answered.
"Good. We have to keep it that way until we can get him there."
"What if he gets suspicious? Despite everything, he's still my best friend and that makes it harder to lie to him. What then?"
"Then we knock him out, and take him the rest of the way." Gannen told him.
"Somehow this doesn't feel right."
"Wait until your hangover wears off." Gannen chuckled. "You won't feel so guilty."
"Maybe not," He groaned.
"Go wake him up. We have to get moving."
"We're leaving?"
"As soon as you're ready…my Lord."
Makes you wonder what they're up to…hmm….
I'll try to update soon!
ILWAS =D
