Snippet #1565022

Chase turned away from the window when he was told there was water in the room. It didn’t take him long to find the bottle and down it enthusiastically, stopping only when it reached the half-way mark before placing the cap back on and putting it back where he found it. “That was gr—”

He found himself being interrupted as someone burst literately onto the scene. He turned in time to avoid the person, but the surprise knocked him back onto his butt. Chase glared at the person who came from seemingly nowhere, though he remembered seeing him down below in the remains of the pub. They were two stories high. This was no ordinary guy, that was for sure. He supposed this just meant even more excitement for the day. “Demon army?” he echoed with Bradley, before getting to his feet and taking a defensive step back. That…actually sounded genuinely cool. Ridiculous, though.

He laughed under his breath. “I think Bradley here’s right on that one. Have a few too many drinks, man?” He started cautiously towards the staircase, casually, as if he were only going over that way to study the paintings up on the wall nearby it. “Oh, Bradley, before this guy rudely interrupted…,” he started, looking at the other guy to get the point across to follow along, “my answer to your question is no, I haven’t seen any weapons around lately. Not even sure what I’d use one for anyway.” He shrugged, taking one more step back. “Would you happen to know?” Use the gun, idiot, so I can run! He looked at the guy who'd burst on the second floor with them. "What about you? Oh, by the way, what's your name?"