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"Count all of that, package it in groups of 10,000, if this shit don't make it on the packaging plane, then y'all ain't making it home." Cepheus pointed, his words slurred with his steps coming out shaky due to the intoxicated state he fell under. "Every weapon in this room, get it on the plane". He pointed around sloppily, never stopping his walking through the entirety of the back of the club.
He held a bottle in his hand, half empty of the Hennessy that ran through his system. It was his second one, the first being downed with ease once he made it to the club. He would have went to his warehouse, but he knew everyone would be at the location he was at now because he didn't call for them to work that evening, but the image of what he'd seen changed his mind completely.
He didn't plan to drink any more than what he did with Cassia, definitely not planning to get drunk...but he needed something to rid himself of the images that flashed through his head. Even if that was just temporarily, he needed anything. That matched with the fact that he also was in the mood to kill any and everyone he'd seen, already going on a spree on his way to the club, didn't help his situation either.
"Aye man what the hell wrong with you?!" Anthony whisper-yelled once catching up to Cepheus, quickly snatching his best friends body up who looked like he was about to fall over. Hiccuping, Cepheus looked up towards Anthony, staring in confusion for a minute until realizing it was his best friend. But that didn't relax his body, especially not with the way Anthony pulled him away to force him over by the couches. Cepheus having no choice but to sit down, his head throwing back to down the contents in his bottle again. "This your second fucking bottle-."
"If you touch my shit imma end up cracking your skull with it...I ain't joking either." He glanced towards Anthony, his dull green eyes saying everything without saying anything at all. Sighing, Anthony took a couple steps back to sit in the seat across from him, knowing whatever was going on had to be serious considering he hadn't seen that look from Cepheus since his mothers passing.
"Man what's up with you, what happened?" He asked calmly, although he could tell Cepheus wasn't in the right state of mind.
Chuckling to himself, Cepheus leaned back into the couch while adjusting the shades that covered his eyes. Massaging his lips together, he took a long look at his Hennessy before pressing it to his lips to down again. He didn't feel like venting, or talking at all for that matter. He just wanted to have time to himself alone, whether that be through the form of drinking everything away temporarily until he actually acted on a plan he didn't have, or if it meant to allow himself into a blackout which would consist of harming more individuals who had nothing to do with the situation. Both ideas were appealing to him, both of them switching around in his head.
