No death trap, but there are some noises from the back bedroom. For as long as they've been here, you'd think they'd have seen anyone else in there, but no. Either his friends were crashed out and sleeping for the last few hours - which isn't unheard of given how much they like the drink - or they're guarding the stash.
"You know why I'm here, Joey. Out with it!"
Joey spits out a tooth he lost upon hitting the linoleum.
"Whaaa?"
Batwoman's knee levels the back of his head, grinding his face back in the floor.
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Date: 2014-05-25 10:42 pm (UTC)"You know why I'm here, Joey. Out with it!"
Joey spits out a tooth he lost upon hitting the linoleum.
"Whaaa?"
Batwoman's knee levels the back of his head, grinding his face back in the floor.
"Wrong answer."