It's short yes, but it's been bugging me.

Disclaimer: I'm not even going to go there.


"Do me a favor."

He looks at the other man's form framed by the setting sun.

"What?" he grunts.

The blonde's single eye bores into him.

"You better not have a single fucking regret when you die. But that would just be a shity way to go. Dying and only able to think about all the things you fucked up."

He smirks in agreement and gulps more of his alcohol.

The cook's probably just drunk again. He's acting out of character, and he only does that when drunk.


Till next time,

~dorandsugar