Sitting beside Naddy, Cole heard what she said about getting used to living here.[color=ed1c24][b]"Don't"[/b][/color], he stated plainly before continuing [color=ed1c24][b]"This place comes with a price from the both of you. Besides even if it didn't this might only be temporary, if the Hunter find this place we are either dead or out of here before they make us dead"[/b][/color]. Despite that bit of news being a bit of a killjoy it bothered Cole little. If these two were going to be a part of all this they had to work for their stay here. The work he had in mind wasn't an office job obviously, instead it was something not entirely legal. [color=ed1c24][b]"...but to answer your question there should be drinks in the kitchen if not then oh well we'll have to go buy some. As for the pool table there is none, all we have is...well the pool"[/b][/color]. Cole got up from the living room couch and headed towards the kitchen, he needed a drink.

Once in the kitchen he searched the cabinets for what he was looking for. Last time he was here he hid a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka for himself incase he returned. Fortunately it was still there and after adding some ice to his glass he added the Grey Goose and instead of sipping it Cole just downed it. He filled his glass again, this time holding it up for a second before drinking it as if he was cheering. It was clear that he was drinking for more than himself. An observation confirmed once he said out loud, [color=ed1c24][b]"This one's for the old crew..."[/b][/color].