'Why did Trenchcoat have to scream like that?' Vest thought, 'I know the woman's in a perpetual state of stress, but come on, it was completely unnecessary.' With his uniform ruined, Vest had to put on something more casual for today, which was appropriate since he was just having lunch with Flat Cap.

'Why the heck didn't he tell us about the ghosts? Hopefully, he'll give me a straight answer.'

Vest waved Ruka goodbye as he waited for his eye to heal and walked out the door of the lot. Why did these immortal servants of Hell live in such humble conditions, you may ask? Because their department wasn't as well-funded as others, which meant their pay wasn't that good and resources allocated to them were sparse at best. Another thing that infuriated Trenchcoat to no end. On the plus side though, they got to live on the surface world, where people still had some semblance of sanity.

Vest made his way downstairs to the building's front entrance, where he saw an elderly woman with two heavy-looking suitcases. It was Miss Shawl, one of his neighbors and it seemed like she needed help. He still had an hour before he had to meet up with Flat Cap, so he might as well do his good deed for the day.

"Morning to ya, Miss Shawl." Vest greeted, "Would you like help with those bags?"

"Oh, hello Vest dearie." Shawl replied, "It's so nice to see you again. And yes, I would love some help."

He picked up the suitcases and led Shawl up the stairs to her apartment.

"So where've you been, Miss Shawl? I haven't seen you in a while."

"I was on a cruise with some relatives. They keep telling me I should look into a retirement home, but I'd rather die making my own meals than letting some stranger spoon feed me oatmeal. Like my mother always said: 'If a woman can't take proper care of herself, how can she possibly take care of her family?'"

"She sounds like a wise woman."

"She was, God rest her soul."

When they got to Shawl's apartment, she took a key out from her purse, unlocked the door, and went inside.

"Just place them by the couch, dearie."

As Vest walked inside and put the suitcases down, he took notice of the many crucifixes and portraits of saints hanging all over the walls. Miss Shawl was quite religious and being near all these holy items and symbols made his head hurt and a rash develop on his skin. Thankfully for Vest, his skin was already red so it was barely noticeable, but it itched like hell.

"Would you like to stay for tea, dearie?" Miss Shawl asked.

"I actually have a meeting I need to go to today." Vest answered, "Maybe some other time."

"At least take this scarf I knitted as thanks." She handed him the wool scarf which, funnily enough, matched with his work uniform, "By the way, have you found someone to help you with your skin condition?"

"I...have not."

"Awh, well I hope you do eventually. Someone could easily mistake you for a demon."

"Heheh, yeaaa that would be unfortunate."

Miss Shawl's vision was quite poor, even with her glasses. She had assumed Vest's red skin was the result of a really bad sunburn and his cut horns as a pair of goggles. Knowing that this poor woman would have a heart attack if she found out he was an actual demon, Vest played along and told her it was a skin condition.

"Well, I'd better get going. You have a good day, Miss Shawl."

"You too, dearie. I hope the meeting goes well."

Vest hoped so too. Flat Cap had a lot of explaining to do.

He was late. Very late. Vest had arrived at Uncle Sam's Ribhouse just 15 minutes before the allotted time but it was almost 1pm now and Flat Cap still hadn't shown up yet. Thank God there were tables outside the restaurant where he could smoke. He was just about ready to up and leave when he saw Flat Cap pull up in the parking lot, enter the restaurant, then out the side door towards him.

"'Ey, Vest. Glad ye could make it." Flat Cap said as he sat down across from him.

"Glad I could make it? I got here early. Where the hell were you?"

"I was doin' inventory at me workplace."

"I thought you were off today."

"I was, but then I got called in. When I got that done, I made my way 'ere but rush hour traffic slowed me down."

"Flat Cap, you're an angel. You literally could've just flown here like I did."

"Yer absolutely correct in that statement. But I'm 'ere now, so let's order some grub, eh?"

As if on cue, a waiter showed up and they looked through the menus.

"I'll 'ave the Jumbo All-American ribs with fried gravy-filled biscuits and a tall beer." Flat Cap said.

"And for you, sir?" The waiter asked,

"I'll have the caesar salad with sweet tea, please." Vest asked.

"A fuckin' salad, mate? What are ya, a woman?"

"I had a big breakfast."

The waiter then took their menus and walked into the building.

"Now while we wait on the food," Vest began as Flat Cap took a cigar and lit it up, "mind explaining to me why you didn't tell me and Ruka about the ghosts?"

"I did, though. I sent ya a text."

"Really? Cause I never got one."

"Did ya have yer phone on silent?"

"No. Even if I did, I would've seen your text at some point in the past 3 weeks."

"Huh, weird. Must've forgotten to then."

"Forgotten to? You just forgot about the arrangement we had? The very important arrangement that made sure we were able to make our quotas while you two still got a steady supply of heaven coins to buy your way back into Heaven with so we wouldn't have to fight over every ghost that popped up?" Vest knew Flat Cap had changed drastically from the man who raised him, but there was no way he was this lazy and forgetful. After a brief silence, Flat Cap sighed.

"Alright, fine. Ye got me. I just didn't tell ya, but with ghosts becomin' rarer and rarer, me and Loins need all the coins we can get if we wanna get back into Heaven without havin' to wait a century for a juicy one to show up."

"How do you think we've been dealing with it? I had to promise Trenchcoat this morning we'd have a strong ghost for her by the end of the month or else we get fired."

"Can't ya lads just make ghosts with those glowin' rock thingies?"

"Ghoststones are the only thing rarer than actual ghosts and the fake ghosts made with it can't get any stronger than they already are so they're hardly worth using aside from a power source. Only thing we can do now is try to force a natural ghost to form. Which may mean arranging someone's death."

"Well, as long as it ain't someone who don't deserve it, I could care less." It was then that the waiter came back, handing Vest his salad and tea and Flat Cap his beer.

"Your ribs are still cooking, but it'll be ready in a few minutes." The waiter said.

"Take yer time, lad."

As the waiter left, Vest put out his cigarette and took a bite of the salad.

"So now that we got all that ghost business settled," Flat Cap said as he blew up a trail of smoke "'ave ye gotten a good fuck recently?"

The question caused Vest to choke on a crouton and he quickly gulped down the tea to wash it down.

"A weird thing to ask your son out of the blue like that, don't you think?"

"I'm just makin' sure Ruka's mommy issue-induced prudeness 'asn't rubbed off on ya."

"It's still a very weird thing to ask, especially in public. But, if you must know, I haven't really been seeing anyone lately."

"Oooh nooo, it is rubbin' off." Flat Cap said, placing a hand on his forehead in disappointment.

"Me not wanting to suck dick every night isn't being prude, Flat Cap. In fact, it's one of the reasons why Ruka tolerates me more than you."

"Not sayin' ye gotta do it every night, but ye gotta let loose once in a while. Unless..."

"Unless what?" Vest asked as he took another bite of salad.

"Unless yer tryin' to rub off on Ruka."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Flat Cap just sat there smirking and raising his eyebrows. It took Vest a moment, but he eventually realized what he meant.

"Oh noooo nononono no no noooo no. Ruka is dead set in his preferences and I don't wanna piss him off trying to convince him to go gay. Even if he keeps making excuses about not finding a girl."

"Vest, yer pretty much his fuckin' wife in all but title. Ya cook all his meals, ya do most of the house chores, I've even seen ya cuddle one time when ya fell asleep during movie night."

"That was not cuddling! I was really tired from work that evening and I wasn't thinking when I rested my head on his shoulder before I passed out."

"Right, then Ruka carefully and gently moved yer head from his shoulder to his lap."

"That's still not cuddling."

"Still kinda gay, though."

"No, it is not."

"Yea it is, lad."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"It's not fucking gay!"

"It's questionable at the very least!"

"Well, regardless of what you consider to be questionable, me and Ruka are just friends. And out of mutual respect and understanding for each other's preferences and boundaries, that's how it's gonna stay."

"Sounds tae me like yer both just in denial, lad."

"Or maybe you're just one of the millions of people who are so hypersexualized, they can't differentiate platonic love from a desire to fuck."

"Ooooh, so ye love each other, eh?"

"Flat Cap, I swear if you keep this up, I'm gonna-"

It was then the waiter came back once more, this time placing Flat Cap's food in front of him.

"Here you are, sir." The waiter said, "Sorry for the wait. Enjoy."

"Oooh, believe me, lad. I will."

It was certainly a meal fit for a king. Or a stereotypical American. Ribs bigger than a man's head, finely glazed and drenched with barbecue sauce. The biscuits were thick as a brick and when Flat Cap took a bite of one, gravy gushed out, getting all over his beard.

"Messy, but delicious." He said licking up the gravy on his bread and his lips, "That's 'ow ya can tell it's good food. A fine work of art when presented, a sloppy mess when eaten. I can see why Loins gets this all the time."

"He really eats that on a frequent basis?" Vest asked.

"'E's over 7 feet of pure muscle and testosterone. Men loik 'im 'ave serious appetites.

"Might as well eat a whole cow at that point."

"'E has actually. Made a bet with 'im that 'e couldn't eat an entire cow in one sittin'. 'E stopped eatin' fer a few days and was starting to look a bit thin, but when we got the cow ready, 'e devoured the whole thing…even the bones…" Flat Cap slowly started looking down, like he was remembering some traumatic experience, "...God, I really should've specified..."

"Specified on what? Are you okay?"

"Huh, wha? Oh, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Now back to the topic at hand." He wiped his face with a napkin, "We need to get ya laid."

"Flat Cap…" Vest sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Lad, I don't want yer moderation eventually turnin' into self-loathin'. At the very least, ye need tae get out and socialize more. Make new friends. I never see ya with anyone else beside Ruka."

"I have other friends."

"Really? Who?"

"There's Trenchcoat...kinda, Choker, Thong, and Miss Shawl."

Flat Cap just stared at him with a deadpan expression.

"Sooo, yer only friends besides Ruka are yer boss, who probably hates yer guts in all reality, yer coworkers, and an old lady who doesn't even know yer really a demon. All of whom, mind ye, are female."

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

Flat Cap just clasped his hands and took a deep breath.

"...Right, okay. You, me, Uln House, 7:30 this evenin'. Be there or I'll drag yer arse there."

"Okay okay, jeez."

Vest didn't know what the big deal was. So he didn't have a lot of friends outside of work. It's not like he was socially inept or anything. But if Flat Cap really wanted him to go, he might as well just humor him.

As expected, the Uln House was one of the city's more "highly-rated" clubs. Which meant it was little more than a fancy crack house with dance music, cleaner people, and less STDs. Just how Flat Cap liked it. After being accepted inside by the bouncer, Vest's ear drums were pounded relentlessly by the music. He could barely hear himself think. The place was crowded too. Everywhere you looked, they were people dancing, drinking, or conversing with one another. He also managed to catch a glimpse of a man snorting something off his booth table. He wasn't even gonna try to guess what.

Vest took out his phone and looked at the last text Flat Cap sent him. It said he'd be at the dance floor, but there were so many people here it'd take forever to find him. So Vest sent a text saying he'd be at the bar and went there for a drink. Water, of course, not alcohol. He couldn't stand the stuff. 20 minutes pass and still no Flat Cap.

'He probably has his phone on silent.' Vest thought. As he circled a finger around his glass, he felt my phone vibrate. 'Please let that be a text from Flat Cap.' Unfortunately, it was not. It was a call. From Choker, no less. 'Wonder what she wants.' Vest stood up and went into the men's restroom where the music would be muffled out. Surprisingly, there was no one else in here.

"Hello?"

"Sup Vest," A cheery, upbeat voice answered, "It's Choker an-Wait, is that music I hear?"

"Yea, I'm at the Uln House right now."

"Uln House? Never heard of it."

"That's because it's on the surface. Anyways, what do you want?"

"Woof, something's got your goat today. Usually you say 'What can I do for you' or 'How can I help' like a gentleman, not some potty-mouthed Wrathion. Speaking of, does Luba still have that pineapple hairdo? If so, he should really change it. I think a ponytail would look great on him, don't you? Or maybe some braids. You should get him to come to my cousin's salon. I'd arrange something with him myself, but he has my number blocked. Pretty rude, if you ask me. Maybe that's why you're so snippy today. Hanging out with him too mu-"

"Just tell me what you called me for." Vest interrupted. He was in no mood to listen to Choker's ramblings tonight.

"Right right right right right, sorry. I called to let you know that I convinced Trenchcoat not to fire you guys if you fail to get her a ghost."

"Oh well, thank you Choker, I reall-"

"She'll toss you in boiling oil instead."

"Wait, what?!"

"Actually, no. I got that wrong. Jona will be tossed in boiling oil. You'll just be beaten with a crowbar."

"That's hardly any better or less painful!"

"True, but you'll get to keep your jobs. Besides, you guys are tough cookies. You can handle a few swings to the head, right? Right? Aaaaah, you know I'm right. Well, I gotta go and finish up my work here for the night. Talk to you later, ok?" Before Vest could utter a single word, Coker hung up and he was left to process this new information.

'Boiled in oil and beaten with a crowbar...I'd much rather just be fired.' The taste of alcohol was starting to become very appealing to the hornless demon. Upon exiting the restroom, he saw Flat Cap approach him.

"Vest!" He exclaimed, "There ya are, lad! I've been lookin' everywhere for ye. Ya said ye'd be at the bar, but I didn't see ya there."

"I got a call from work."

"Work, shmerk. Right now, all ye need tae do is let loose. Come on, I wanna introduce ya tae some mates of mine."

Grabbing his wrist, Flat Cap led Vest over to one of the booths, where three people sat. On the edge of the booth, browsing boredly on her phone, was a girl who exemplified the stereotypical goth. Pale skin, long black hair covering one eye, all black clothing, thigh high boots, crosses, the whole 9 yards. On her left sat a black man who was as wide as he was tall with his clothing being a basketball tank top, a headband, and...basketball shorts. Next to him was yet another walking stereotype, this time of the granola-crunching hippie variety, which Vest took an immediate disliking to. Loose, baggy clothes, dreadlocks complete with a Jamaican rasta hat, round shades with the peace symbol on the lenses, and a nose ring. This whole table was just stereotypes.

"Lads and lady, may I present to ya me adoptive son, Vest." Flat Cap then gestured to the three patrons. "Vest, these are me mates. Blouse, 'Eadband, and Bell Bottoms."

"Hi, how y'all doing?"

Blouse didn't seem to care for Vest as she continued flipping through her phone. Neither did Headband, who just sipped on his margarita. Bell Bottoms was the only one who was remotely interested in making an acquaintance.

"Holy dang, man. When FC said you were a demon, I couldn't believe it. But here you are. Red skin, round horn thingies, and ears like a christmas elf. Far out, man."

"Ignore him." Blouse interjected, "He's easily impressed."

"Blouse, there's a demon, like, standing right in front of you. You'd think, like, you'd be super excited to meet one after all those, like, gnarly rituals you've been doing."

"Red skin and pointy ears does not a demon make. Look at him, he's a total twink. Not what I'd consider a real demon. He probably can't even possess animals."

"A bit uncalled for, don't you think?" Vest asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"Don't take it too hard, lad." Flat Cap said, patting Vest on the back, "She's just loik that. Come on then, 'ave a seat."

Vest hesitantly sat down next to Bell Bottoms, whose weed stench now permeated his nostrils with Flat Cap sitting down right after him.

"Hey man." Bell Bottoms began, "This might, like, sound a bit weird, but can I touch your ears?"

"Uuuhhh...sure? I guess?"

As Bell Bottoms touched and tugged slightly at his ear, amazed by it's authenticity, Headband waved a hand in front of Vest to get his attention and began making various hand gestures. It was clearly sign language and while he learned some in the military, it wasn't to this level of complexity.

"'E's askin' if ye were born a demon."

"Oh. Is he mute?"

"Nope, deaf. But 'e can read lips really well."

"Ah, I see. Well, to answer your question, Headband, no I was not. I'm humanborn, like Flat Cap."

"So what did you end up in Hell?" Blouse asked, still flipping through her phone, "Stealing some candy from a baby?"

"Well, no. I, admittedly, had some pretty sticky fingers when I was a kid, but it's not the reason I got booted there."

"Well then, like, what was it?" Bell Bottoms asked.

"My blood. When I first got to Hell, I was told that my father, who I never met, was really a demon and because of that, I wasn't permitted entrance into Heaven. Too much potential for evil, they said."

"Bummer."

"Yea, but on the bright side, unlike other humanborn demons, I don't suffer from one of the Seven Hungers."

"Seven Hungers?"

"Basically Hell's way of specializing demons while also punishing the worst of people for their sins. For example, if you commit acts of mass murder, you'll become a Demon of Wrath, or as we call them Wrathions, upon your death. Along with the benefits of demonhood, you'll be far stronger and tougher than other demons as well as never needing to sleep, but at the cost of having very unstable emotions and a literal hunger for violence. Go too long without committing violence and you'll start to wither away."

Headband then began another sequence of hand gestures.

"'E's says it don't sound loik much of a punishment if they enjoy the violence." Flat Cap said.

"And as my friend Ruka would often say: 'Most people also enjoy pancakes. But eat them every hour of every day and you'll eventually get sick of it.'"

"What about succubi and incubi?" Blouse asked, looking up from her phone for once.

Vest said nothing for a moment. "We uh," He cleared his throat, "We call them Lusthions and they umm...well...look, all I'll say is this: Wrathions may be destructive, but they're at least capable of remorse over the horrible things they did in life and try to restrain themselves in some capacity. Lusthions, on the other hand, don't."

"Are they hot at least?"

"Ma'am, for the sake of your soul, your sanity, and whatever children you may have, don't. Please."

"Whatever." Blouse huffed.

"Anywaaaays, BB, ya got the stuff?" Flat Cap asked, turning to the perma-chill hippie.

"Oh, you know I do, FC. I, like, always come prepared." Bell Bottoms reached into his pocket and pulled a bag of what looked like stamps then handed one out to everyone at the table.

"Finally. I was wondering when you'd bring it out." Blouse said, taking the stamp and placing it on her tongue. As Headband and Bell Bottoms did the same, Vest turned to Flat Cap who was about to ingest his.

"Uuuh, Flat Cap? I know this is a club, but are sure it's a good idea for all of us to start doing drugs? We could get into some serious trouble for this. Me especially."

"Lad, I'll give ya two reason why it is." Flat Cap began, wrapping an arm around Vest, "1: This is Putang, no one gives a fuck, not even the cops. 2: This is to help you let loose and have some fun."

"I can have fun without putting poison in my body."

"Ya already do that with all the cigarettes ya smoke. Besides, yer a demon. It ain't gonna kill ya."

"I still don't think it's a good idea."

"Vest...look. I, as yer father, want ya tae be 'appy and 'ave the best afterlife ye can 'ave until Judgement Day. Aight, I don't wanna see ya become as miserable and pearl-clutchy as Ruka cause frankly, lads like him can be a bad influence on people."

"Ruka is not a bad influence."

"I'm just sayin' that 'angin' out with certain people fer too long can really skew a man's brain and make 'im do things 'e'll regret. Aight? Now just take the acid, sit back, and relax."

Vest stared at the stamp for what felt like minutes. 'I really shouldn't do this," Vest thought. But it was like Flat Cap said, no one really gave a shit and it wasn't going to kill him. What was the worst that could happen? He then placed the stamp on his tongue and let it dissolve in his mouth. The effects weren't immediate so he and the others continued to talk about various subjects while they waited.

After about a half of an hour, it started kicking in. Vest felt his heartbeat increase and the deep colors of blue, green, purple, and red throughout the club started to take strange, swirling forms.

"Flat Cap...Flat Cap, are you seeing this?"

All he heard here in response was 'baaaa' sound and saw that where once was his adoptive father sat a goat, chewing on his hat. Vest looked at the others and they had changed as well, their whole bodies, swirling, twisting, and floating around each other. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as vibrant colors appeared all around him and he began floating upwards. The electronic dance music faded away and was replaced with a melody of hums, drumbeats, flutes, and occasional cawing of a crow. Above him, he noticed a herd of white beasts galloping, unsure if they were running across land or flying. Their snorts and grunts sounded similar to that of shotguns being cocked and fired.

Vest wasn't sure why, but he began to follow the beasts until they reached a green lake being fed by a waterfall that flowed from a rainbow skull. As the beasts dranked, he kneeled down and observed the lake. It looked as clean and pure as any other and the water had a strong, but sweet scent. Vest scooped some up with both hands and drank it. The taste was the same. Strong, but sweet. Looking back into the lake, he saw his reflection, but it was him in his younger years, when he was human. Astonished, he slowly reached into the lake, only to be grabbed by his reflection and pulled underwater.

When Vest opened his eyes, he was staring down into a dark abyss, far deeper than a lake should be. He saw something glimmer in the abyss and squinted his eyes only to see that the glimmering object was an eye and coming towards him fast. Terrified, Vest swam to the surface, gasping for air. He took a moment to look around and saw there was nothing but the green water. The lake's shore was gone and it was now an ocean. He then felt something grab his shoulders and hoist him up into the air, cawing and screeching as it did so. Vest looked up and what he saw was quite the ugly combination of a man and a seagull. They flew for what felt like hours until he was suddenly dropped onto a small island with a single palm tree.

Vest stood up and watched the birdman fly off before a tentacle shot up from the water and pulled it down into the sea. Good thing it brought him here when it did. He then let out a long yawn. He was really tired all of a sudden. Vest walked under the shade of the palm tree and laid down on the soft sand, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

When he awoke, Vest had a splitting headache. He slowly sat up, holding his head and realized it wasn't the only thing hurting. His whole body was sore and in pain. He then noticed he was no longer on that island surrounded by the sweet green water. Instead, Vest was in a motel room, sitting in the bed. He also noticed his clothes were all over the floor, including his mask, as well as those belonging to someone else.

'Oh god, please don't tell me I did what I think I did.' Vest though as he slowly turned to his left and yep, he did. Thankfully though, he had a decent face and body. He'd give him a 6.5/10. At least it wasn't some ugly bastard. As his partner slept soundly, Vest slowly got up from the bed, putting on his pants, shirt, shoes, mask and gathered the rest of his things. As he exited the room, he heard a voice behind him, which was likely the guy who had just now woken up, but his head hurt too much to even bother listening.

When he closed the door, Vest took a few steps before leaning against the wall and slowly sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. His head was pounding like a drum. 'What the heck was I thinking?' Vest thought, 'I knew it was a bad idea and I still did it.' He took his phone out to give Ruka a call and saw that he had a single text message from Flat Cap. He opened it and it read:

'Hey, Vest. If you're reading this text, you're up and likely don't remember shit from last night. To give a quick summary: The acid loosened you up a lot more than I thought it would. You were dancing, flying around, and even drank 5 bottles of hard cider. You were also pretty flirty with some of the guys and eventually snagged one. Blouse was a bit disappointed when he found out you were gay, but she got over it quickly. I hope you'd enjoyed the drugged sex as much I do. And yes, we can totally do it again sometime. Just lemme know when! :D'

Vest then thought back to Flat Cap's words from earlier.

"-'angin' out with certain people fer too long can really skew a man's brain and make 'im do things 'e'll regret."

He was certainly right about that. Vest wanted to respond to the text, but held back. If he was gonna talk to him about this, he was gonna do it in person. So instead, he called Ruka.

"About time you fucking called! Haven't heard from you since yesterday morning and I was getting worried. Where the fuck were you?"

"I was with Flat Cap-"

"Having lunch. I know that. Where after?"

"...The Uln House. Now I'm at some motel. Not sure where in town, though."

"Well, you need to get your ass back home. We got shit we need to do if we wanna keep our jobs."

"I'm not in a condition to be flying around, Ruka. I...I need you to pick me up."

"I'd ask if you got drunk, but you hate alcohol, last I checked."

"I do, but I did. I also did acid."

"Acid?! Why the fuck did you..." Ruka sighed, "Let me guess: Flat Cap?"

"Flat Cap."

"Alright, you stay there, splash some water in your face, and let me know where this motel is. I'll be there with the car."

With that, Ruka hung up and after a few more minutes of sitting, Vest got up and made his way outside. Turns out, the motel was right by Putang Beach, which was on the opposite of town from the apartment. When Ruka finally pulled up, Vest tossed everything he was holding in the back seat and sat next to him.

"Vest, look at me." Ruka requested. Vest complied and he just stared at him for a few seconds before he faced back to the road and started driving. It was then he realized Ruka was seeing what he did last night. He could only imagine what he saw because he didn't remember anything of what happened in that room.

"...Aren't you gonna say something?" Vest asked timidly.

Ruka shrugged. "Was he at least clean?"

Vest stifled a chuckle.

"Hey, I just don't want you to have to get your blood drained out."

"I just thought you'd be infuriated with me."

"Why would I? Yeah, you got pressured into doing drugs, and let yourself get railed by some stranger. So fucking what? Happens to a lot of people. Just don't let it become a regular thing."

"It won't, don't worry. By the way, did you happen to find some potential ghosts?"

"Yea, I got a list written down somewhere, but we'll put all that shit on hold until your hangover goes away, alright? Now just lay back and try to relax until we get home."

"Thanks Ruka. I really-" Vest suddenly began feeling very nauseous and held his hands over his mouth.

"Vest? Oh no...Vest out the window! OUT THE FUCKIN-"

It was too late. Try he might, Vest couldn't hold back the vomit as it shot up his throat like a geyser. Ruka was screaming in Russian throughout the whole thing and they nearly crashed a couple times before he regained control of the vehicle. When it was finally over, Vest was feeling a lot better.