The Creature Calamity Club

[Sgt Floyd]

He wah gon keeeel me....

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*shocked*
He... he wanted to kill you?

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*tries to explain what happened though is obviously extremely drunk and can barely talk*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*have trouble understanding him*

*just take his hand*
Come on, let's just get you to bed; maybe a bit of sleep is all you need...

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*cue throwing up*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

Or a bucket x__X

*go to get one and give it to him*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*throws up and finally passes out on the couch*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*sigh and mumble Poor guy...*

*decide to clean off the vomit that landed on the floor in the living room and earlier in our bedroom*

 

[Sgt Floyd]

*Spike walks up to him and licks his hand, whimpering*

 

[Yuna Leonhart]

*finish cleaning and take a quick shower*

*return to Johnny, noticing Spike at once*

*pet Spike, while looking at my husband in concern*