"Dead! They are all fucking dead!"

He looks around, corpses scattered everywhere. Hell there's even a dismembered leg hanging from the chandelier. He starts walking towards the hallway when a halfdead guy grabs his leg, you could see the anger in the mans eyes. BANG!! He puts a bullet between the guys eyes, finally reaching the hallway. Roger adjusts his shirt collar and throws his bloodied up jacket away as he walks down the steps and heads outside.

He steps outside, he notices a guy standing infront of a car, no clue who the man is or why he's parked outside this big villa in the middle of no where. Roger walks up to the guy, as the guy reaches for his gun a well placed kick to the temple drops the guy, Roger rummages through his jacket and finds the carkeys, he smiles wickedly and decides to steal the guys jacket. He gets in the car and starts driving towards town.

"I need a damn drink."

2:43am Delphino Road. The wiggling flamingo.

Roger walks into the strip club, he walks up to the bar eying the bartender up and down.  "I'd like a bottle of whiskey and a glass."

He goes and sits at the corner table pouring himself a glass of whiskey as this brunette with a insane look on her face crawls towards him from stage. He thought to himself. "Christmas come early!"

As she starts grinding on him, he starts thinking about why he threw that grenade into the dining room of the villa. "I was just supposed to drop off an envelope damn it!"

30 or so minutes later and pouring himself the remainder of the bottle, he chugs his final glass and suddenly notices his boss enter.

He walks up to the man and whispers. "I delivered the package and a little extra." He chuckles.

His boss looks at him with a somewhat shocked face. "oh I know, you fucking loonatic! you may have saved us some trouble down the road."

Roger walks out of the strip club, not having a clue where he parked. "Guess I'll walk then!" He walks for what seemed like an enternity but probably only was like 40 minutes or so. He enters his apartment and passes out on the couch.

"Should try to do this sober in the future." He mumbles in his drunken slumber.