Malice stumbled out of the second floor toilets. No one would be using that cubicle for a while.
He stumbled it bit further and fell onto the railings of a balcony. His head hung over the edge and he had to hold back the urge to vomit again. He looked down into a cubicle where three figures sat. He recognised one as the clubs owner, Talila.
'Better not be sick on her' he thought.
The other two were Warchild and Vigil. Vigil was holding one of Talila's hands. He thought they were related though...
A fourth figure, a tall Humar stood at the table, seeming to be adressing Talila. Malice was wondering what was going on. If he could hold of the urge to be sick again, and stop seeing double, this might start getting interesting.
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