I think I dropped at least one of the nine lives after last night. Tequila betrayed me.
Or maybe I'm just going stir crazy. I kinda feel bad for Skye having to live with me right now. I think I need a job. Like an actual do something with my time job
[Skye]...Could you maybe put a good word in with your people if I promise not to steal all their shit.
...mostly promise.
If its just sitting there they clearly need better security measures. I tried for the Avengers once, back home, something something untrustworthy.
Jackasses.