_____Lumen_____
You tuck down behind a stack of pallets as the drunkard rounds the corner.
a zip, several minutes of splashing and a lot of relieved moaning follows.
Much to your disgust, your position is downhill from your "guest", and you watch with horror as your hiding place slowly fills with this dickhead's bladder contents, pooling around your shoes and steaming up into the night air, followed by your nostrils.
The stag sounded like he had finished hurling his guts up, the sound of the lads cajoling him into action and dragging him off the bikes carried into the alleyway, their expensive paint jobs grinding against the tarmac under the drunk stag's deadweight.
"ey, EY, EY, fucking taxi! stop! you wanker.... TAXI!!!!! It sounded like the lads were calling it a night, trying to source a way home.
____Scawire + Raiden___
Perception tests please!!