"Ugh, fuck." Leon groaned out as the curtained opened, dropping the empty bottle that was in his hand to the floor of the bedroom. "You're cruel, you know that?" Grabbing onto a pillow, he buried his face into the confines, blocking out the light from his eyes. "Can you get me some water, at least?"

He rolled over, careful to avoid crushing any of the Skitty that had taken up residence in Chu-e Choi's side of the bed. "Or maybe some more vodka, I'm starting to be able to think again. Don't want that, want more numb."

The glass of juice was lifted from the tray and clinked back down pointedly. Psychic energy tugged at the pillow.

Then Prince sighed. The Skitty suddenly scattered, hackles raised- as Prince tried to lift the mattress itself and roll Leon Vercetti out of the bed.

The window was flung open. The warming spring air crept into the room, helping to filter out the old dust motes.

Prince then stared directly at Leon as he used his Psychic again. This time, to lift every bottle of alcohol in the room, both empty and filled, and fling them all out.

His arms crossed.

"Oi, those were expensive." Leon pushed himself into a sitting position, squinting to see the Skitty and Gardevoir through the sunlight. "I mean, not like it's my money, but Chu-e would be..." A sigh escaped from his lips, running a hand through messy hair. It didn't matter if Chu-e would be upset, he was dead. "...nevermind." [break][break]

Slipping out of bed, he was careful to avoid the Pokémon that lounged around the room. "I gotta piss." He stepped into the bathroom, taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror. Frankly, he looked like shit. What reason did he have to look any better? "No peeping, pervert." Leon closed the door, opening the cabinet underneath the sink and grabbing a hidden flask from the back. "Be out in a minute!"[break][break]

Chu-e Choi

Prince sighed, shaking his head but allowing Leon Vercetti to pass.

He made to follow Leon. Not into the bathroom but lingering just outside.

When Leon was inside, door closed, there would be a sudden and violent rumbling from the pipes. Steaming water would surge from both the sink and shower. A mist would form quick in the enclosed space, mirror fogging up.

Like a bad horror movie words would carve into the steamed up mirror.

"Worry u"

Peering back from the mist, inside the mirror, Chu-e's Mimikyu. The ghostly pokemon seemed to be frowning.