What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Nairn snorted. I'd have never talked to her, without you. And he rubbed his face with both hands, Fuck, she's gonna be dead silent.

He groaned at the date. Fuck. She's been in a restaurant over in Starkhaven for the last... he rubbed his face again. ...Tonight was date night. To make up for fucking her house up.

The realization quickly followed that, no matter what he did, he couldn't show up at their failed date. And he sank back into his chair, and reached for the bottle again. Fuck it. Hit me in the chest. I'll tell her I had a bad assignment, needed maintenance. But that's gotta be real. If he refused, Nairn was already considering what wires in the access panel he might cut with his knife, and whether his friend was sober enough to get him help in time.