*He gasps, the newspaper falls on the floor, pages scattering as the bottle follows suit, thuds to the ground and begind to bleed Whiskey from a hole in its head.*

Fuck me! *his hand flies to his mouth and he quickly moves to the man.* Mister? Mister! *he hovers over him, not touching Jr. He brushes fallen strands of hair out of his eyes, he can feel his heart thumping like a drum.* Oh shit...you're not dead...are you? *His voice cracks, unsure of what to do, but then realizes that whoever hurt Jr. may still be here!

With causious movements he peeks around and dips his head into the bathroom.

He can feel a slow burn heading up to his cheeks, a familiar sensation that he knows, if he doesn't tame, will keep on rising till its engulfed his head.* nononoooo *he chants and brings a now icey hand to his burning cheeks.*

As Daisy ducks into the bathroom he will find it empty. The floor is wet, as if all the water was splashed from the toilet. The mirror is broken and the sink hangs precariously from the cracked wall.

Behind Daisy Junior coughs, roused back to consciousness from his voice. He rolls off the desk and onto his knees, with a heave he spits out a yellowed molar onto the floor.

*His gaze circles the bathroom, over dirty spilt water, to cracked glass.

Daisy is thrust out of his observing by the sounds Jr. makes.*

Mister! *he spins on his heal and in a flash is on his knees next to the gross...and now smelly man.* What the fuck happened? *he begins to pat his back, helping him get rid of the water in him.* Should I call an ambulance? *Before Jr. can reply Daisy is on his feet, scrambling to get to the phone.*

Junior grabs at Daisys legs, yelling out;

'No, no, no. No ambulance, no cops, ill be fine...'

He doesnt look fine, but he struggles using the edge of the desk, and one wandering hand on Daisys leg to climb back to his feet...

*Daisy yelps as Jr. clasps his leg. He stumbles but quickly regains his posture.* You look like friggen crap...*eyes go wide* no offence. *He helps Jr. get back onto his feet, helping him to sit on the desk's top.

Aw, crap...he thinks...if this guy's trying to cop a feel after being slamed against the floor he's one sick fuck!*

What happened? *his hair falls over half of his face, blocking it back behins a curtain of tar-black.*

'Someone didnt like my lost and found policy...'

Junior coughs, not looking too stable on the desk.

'Thought the fucker was gonna drown me...'

Lemme guess...his loss your find? *he blows the strands of hair out of his eyes, only to have them fall right back.* his loss was something in a short skirt, mebe? *He takes hold of Jr.s shoulders, helping him not fall. He blinks quickly a few times, luckily the burning in his head is not as bad.*

He stuck your head ina toilet? *He asks but he already knows the answer.

A pause, brows furrow* Hey...it....wasn't that biker built like a brick shit house that walked in before...wazzit? That guy gamme the creeps....*a shudder.*

'Yeah the big fucker with the hat and the demons on his arms?...'

Junior pulls his jaw from side to side.

'He hits like a freight train, and yeah, tried to drown me in the toilet... he was after some case i found in room one, i hadnt even opened it yet...fuck..'

Junior looks up suddenly, yellowed eyes locking on Daisy.

'Why you know him?'

*Daisy's about to toss a sarcastc 'yah I screwed him and his deamon-covered hand last night' but bites his tongue, now's no time to joke to poor water-logged Jr.* Naw, I jus' saw him when I was leaving this morning. He looked big *his eyes go wide* and freaky!

*His voice comes out in a stage whisper, he leans in slightly closer to Jr.* What kinda case, like FBI stuff?

Junior shakes his head.

'It was a big black case with chrome hinges and a combination lock. It was big enough to hide a body in and damn heavy too.'

He grumbles something about betting it was full of money and would have been his ticket out of here...

So he tries to drown you in a stinky toilet and he took it?

*Daisy crosses his arms over his chest and smirks at Jr.* I heard that...*he shrugs single-shoulderedly*

Fuck, I probably woulda taken it too if it was fulla cash...*Then he thinks it sure woulda been nice, he frowns, nice enough that he wouldn't have to peddle his wears any more.*

'Well its gone...'

Junior grumbles, finally standing from the desk.

'And we dont need no cops or anything around here. I dont want anymore trouble...'

He says in a very warning tone to Daisy.

Do I look like a fuggin' cop to ya? Or like any one that can cause trouble...lil' ol' me? *lashes bat for emphasism.*

*lips purse, a thought crossing his mind.* Ok, so smarty-pants, then what are we gonna do about this, and don't say nothin' cuz I sure as fuck aint taking that for an answer.