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[justify]wincing as the glass flew into his hand, Henry felt brave from the drink and just spat at the flames. then his back was against the wall and he was on the ground, hand on hand he rubbed them together and blood trickled down his flesh. his hand was badly torn up, most of the glass had cracked into his hand. truth be told, he didn't like blood so he focused on her. "now now, don't get snappy at me." he cooed. mind a blur he pulled himself against the broken table and smiled hazily at the guards who were now standing at his door, axes crossed once more. "just a bit of fun." he told them and leaned heavily on the fireplace of black fire which was spitting violently.
chuckling her grabbed her by the hand and raised it in the air, "you win." he teased, the guards lowered their axes. disgusted by his drunken state and closed the door with a loud bang, Henry just sank to the floor again. "life, what a game." he hissed before letting her go and sitting on the stone floor. [/justify]