"fuck! fuck! fuck!"
In the bar, Tom cursed three times in a row, his face contorted to the extreme.
"What's the situation? Father Tony and I really just came to have a few drinks. Except for ogling the girls, we haven't done a damn thing!"
"How the hell did we get targeted by an Evil Spirit?"
Tom was losing his mind...
Next to him, Father Tony was completely flustered, staring fiercely at Tom, and he uncharacteristically started cursing: "I knew nothing good comes from hanging out with you. Last time an Evil Spirit targeted you, I nearly got killed, and now you drag me out for drinks, and I end up screwed because of you!"
Tom, cursing and swearing, said, "fuck! I haven't done anything recently!"
Honestly...
He had just returned to New York yesterday. The last few days he had been on duty in Yard City, so busy he was nearly out of his mind.
He didn't even have time to enjoy the Yard City Red Light District, it was all work and no play.
