[color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 06:54:32 [s] Stolen [/s] Privatized Apartment Novi Grad, Novy Jork, Capital Province, Republic of Polavia [/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr] [quote]"I almost think you had a thing for drugging women, Borys. But you're too much of a little bitch to find out what being in a K-Hole is like." She grinned, throwing fire back, looking to Rowan, with almost a glimmer of a chuckle. [/quote] “You bring her something, call in a favor to get it, and you get insults in return.” Borys gestured widely to Roxie as he shook his head, “It’s wenches like you, Butterfly, who are the reason normal men turn into clay kneaders.” He shook his head with a chuckle as he headed out to the balcony with his blunt. Ten minutes later, for what felt like the first time since they’ve known him, Borys spoke without cursing. He was also absolutely unbothered by the world, or Felix’ indignation at his efforts. Because honestly, what the fuck did Felix expect? But, being stoned and in possession of Felix’ ring, he was also the first to become aware Oksana was coming back with food. Before she even entered the building. [hr][color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 18:32:04 [s] Stolen [/s] Privatized Apartment Novi Grad, Novy Jork, Capital Province, Republic of Polavia [/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr] Borys knew something was wrong as soon as he started coming to - aside from having sobered up somewhat, that was a regular disappointment of waking up, he was used to that. For one, it was hard to breathe. The Felix-shaped problem laying on top of him probably had something to do with that. “Get the blyat off me, debil yebanyy! I said others become pidors, not that I was one, mudak.” Borys took solace in the fact that Felix fell off himself, sparing Borys the effort needed to throw him off himself. “You’re not a fucking lion, you’re a fucking orange cat, two braincells competing for third place, pizdets.” [quote]“Don’ believe I properly introduced meself,” says Upswing, “M’name’s Callum McCarthy, or Cal,” he nods to Felix, “Fer those who don’ know me; my buds and my not-so-buddy buds call me Upswing. Funny story; I’ll tell ‘ye when a’m drunk enough. Served six years DSR Army, four of ‘em SOCOM, bloody borin’ affair, in all honesty. After tha’, did some funny work, technically can’ talk about it. Reactor paid better, anyway. A’m here fer her.” He nods to Rowan. “Well, more accurate-like, makin’ sure tha’ goofy gas ‘ye’re connected to stays well an’ happily in the heads of the people who made it. An’ as long as tha’s ‘ye folks’ goal too, I thin’ we’ve a good arrangement on our han’s.” [/quote] As Upswing introduced himself properly, Borys looked on, nodded along, then turned to the nearest person beside him. “I have no fucking clue what he just said." He said flatly while pointing to the illusionist, “I’m gonna assume we’re not bashing his skull in at least for now?” The small man’s pricklyness multiplied by coming down off his cannabis high and exponentiated by what felt like liters of lionman drool that had been absorbed by his robe. [hr][color=lightgreen][center][h3][i][b]Day 2: 19:42:01 The Grand Polavian Hotel Stary Grad, Novy Jork, Capital Province, Republic of Polavia [/b][/i][/h3][/center][/color][center][b][h3][i]Borys Skala[/i][/h3][/b][/center][hr] Borys continued to be jittery and more irritable than usual, not helped by Felix staying on the ball and preventing him from lighting up another joint to deal with the jitters of coming down from the previous one. Leaving his armor and wall mirror behind, Borys’ attire was otherwise unchanged, a slight bulge on the left side of his chest betraying the presence of the PB pistol to a careful observer. The pointy ushanka stayed. He looked out of place like a piece of turd under the shitter among the marble and brass of the grand Polavian. But that was good - if or when something went wrong, he’d make for a better distraction sticking out like an erection in gray sweatpants. And for the first time since he was 12 years old, Borys made a wise decision. He shut up and let the others handle things. [quote]"Fuck it. One for the road. Here's to the end." Roxie added, looking to the others. "What are you getting?"[/quote] The answer was Borys returning the empty shot glass to the bartender and gesturing for another.