Carters Exploits Part Two The Morning After
The next Morning ‘God dammit, STOP THAT PULSING!’ Carter exclaimed to the thumping bass of the club. Inside one of the rooms in the club, he had a throbbing headache. Obviously hung over to hell and back. Blurry eyes looked around the room with a look of survey, scrutnizing to figure out which room he was in. The broken vase on the floor of cupid told him all he needed to know: He was in the third room on the left. Second floor hallway. The owner had to know this shit, but how did he get here?...