Sweeney led Jackrabbit back to his place, which was rather a mess. When wasn't it a mess, but in the fuss of getting the record player out the door, he'd managed to knock over a lot of things. Since most of the things in Sweeney's room were empty bottles, that meant the floor was rolling with them, though luckily none had broken. It was a mark ( Read more... )

Sweeney leaned heavily on Spade as they made their way into the main room. He felt like shit, looked like hell, and probably smelled like roadkill. This was turning out to be a great day already. Then his over-sensitive hearing picked up on shrill voices that drilled straight into his splitting skull ( Read more... )

"Mad Sweeney, here-- Well, I guess I'm not fucken here, am I? So leave me a message or fuck off."

"Ah, shit. Hang on a sec, Jack ( Read more... )

Sweeney sat on his mattress and stared at the row of empty bottles in front of him, another half-empty in his hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips ( Read more... )

Sweeney brings Jackrabbit to his room. The kid's never seen a skin mag before, it's his duty as a friend and a red blooded male to see that this is remedied. He pulls a relatively small stack of magazines from under the small table that functions as a bed-stand and tosses them on the mattress.

"There you go."

( These guys are like bunnies... )

Sweeney drags Jackrabbit to his room in the Mansion. It's not very large and the moment you open the door it's obvious that this is Sweeney's room. The place smells like a bar and every available surface is cluttered with empty bottles and beer cans. Where there aren't bottles, there's rock and roll records scattered around. An old record ( Read more... )

*Sweeney's back from his sojourn to the House and looking decidedly the worse for it-- he's tired, dirty (well, dirtier than usual) and shivering despite the heat*

'M back. Shadow, you bastard, where the fuck's that whiskey you promised me?

Going to the House. Been going dry here, need to see the wheel again. Have a bottle of something nice waiting for me when I get back, will ya?