Jericho didn't even get a chance to speak as Gracelyn shot off everything she had to say in rapid succession. He even began to actually protest several times, but it seemed the bald headed woman was determined. As he was dragged away, he barely caught what Duncan said. [color=Gold]"2200, Imperial Heights, Mansion 47. Got it boss! Oof"[/color] He vanished around the corner with his drinking partner as good as dragging him. After a couple more seconds, he managed to pull himself free and stop her.

[color=Gold]"OK, first and foremost, we are NOT getting drunk on the job. And I'm sure you don't want a repeat of last night."[/color] He snickered at his joke and readied himself for the inevitable repercussions of it. [color=Gold]"With that said, we don't know where to get food in this place. Where were you going to go?"[/color]