"Why do I have to do all of these..."
Bruce begrudgingly said as he carried several blankets and placed them over the bodies of the drunken Cavaliers. He also made sure that Vincent Dela Cruz was sufficiently covered and comfortable so that he wouldn't be sick the next day.
"You say all of that yet, you are still covering them up with blankets..." Calvin couldn't help but comment. A smirk was plastered across his face for he couldn't help but think that Bruce was such a cold and warm person, "Why did you even have to drag me out here anyway... You know that it's my celebration... It's my glory, but why am I helping you wash these dishes?"
Calvin looked displeased.
"I don't even want to talk about that..." Bruce let out a sigh.
"Are you hungry?"
"After talking to you non-stop for several hours, do you think that I wouldn't be hungry?" Bruce raised an eyebrow.
