All right, get ready for a really short chapter. I hope it's still okay though. As always, thanks for the reviews, they keep me going
Howard had spent most of the day sitting around with Orc, fetching him beers now and then- the usual. He was getting nervous, though. Orc drank a lot and the beer would eventually run out. Howard already had tried substituting beer for wine once, but Orc had actually noticed the difference and demanded "regular beer". Howard had to walk all the way to a gas station over a mile away to grab a 6-pack for him.
Of course the one thing Orc is good at is beer tasting, Howard thought dryly.
Howard was still a completely faithful friend to Orc, but sometimes he got more than a little annoyed at how demanding he was. And how boring. He didn't do anything but drink and sleep. Howard often found himself wanting to talk to someone… That is, someone who would respond… Well, someone who would respond with words other than "I want more beer."
As if on cue, a bell rung. Howard took a moment to realize it was the door bell. He hadn't even remember that there was such a thing as a door bell.
Orc grunted, his way of commanding Howard to let the guest in.
Howard got up eagerly and walked to the entrance of the house. He couldn't wait to see who he was about to make fun of. Smiling, he opened the door.
His smile disappeared within a second.
Diana Ladris, Caine's little minion, was standing on his doorstep. She had a gun pointed directly at John Terrafino's head, a worn-out expression on her face.
"I was told you horded the alcohol," she said in her dry, sarcastic voice.
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