Creed stood up from rummaging around in the fridge and extracted his second to last can of beer… ’Well fuck…’ He thought glumly, popping back the tab and taking the first swig. It tasted it like watered down blood, and as he drank he could feel his body heat up and deal with the alcohol quickly. Thanks to his healing ability, Creed had never had a hangover or even a head ache, although most times that wasn’t such a great thing… Sometimes it might be nice to have the luxury of blanking out for a while and not having to blame it on the government. Crumpling the now empty can, Creed opened the last one with a shrug, shaking himself out of his reverie; now he didn’t even feel like playing with his new toy.
Finishing that one off as well, Creed decided he’d left the Cajun alone long enough and walk back into the living room, his eyes immediately on the glowing love seat. “Shit…” he growled out before ducking back into the kitchen as the seat exploded. “ThatfuckinglittlecocksuckingassholeIoughttakillthalittleshitandfuckinpissonhiscorpseand just wait untill I GET OUT THERE!!!” Creed thundered as he ran into the smoke filled living room, kicking at anything his foot came in contact with.