Drown your troubles
Dec. 16th, 2012 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[The evening after the attack of the Inspectors, Hayato could be found at Herb's bar, sitting in the darkest, quietest corner like the anti-hero he is, nursing a glass of scotch and brooding. Eventually he spoke loud enough to be heard.]
A toast: To the blindness of politicians, and the doom of millions!
[He tossed back the drink and slouched deeper in his seat. It looks like this may not have been his first drink of the evening.]
Maybe when a few more cities are burning ruins, they'll get their heads out of their asses. I'm not holding my breath though.
[Then, to the barkeeper.]
Montgomery, another scotch.
A toast: To the blindness of politicians, and the doom of millions!
[He tossed back the drink and slouched deeper in his seat. It looks like this may not have been his first drink of the evening.]
Maybe when a few more cities are burning ruins, they'll get their heads out of their asses. I'm not holding my breath though.
[Then, to the barkeeper.]
Montgomery, another scotch.