_{Nick stood, surprisingly stead on his feet considering the number of times his glass had been refilled tonight. He held it in the hand he motioned with, now, accusatory finger in Ky’s face.} 

_{“You’re kind of a nihilistic prick, ain’t ya?“ He took a drink, before throwing the glass behind his back. Enough drinking. And more than enough self pity. Perhaps it was time he got back out there. Maybe, just maybe, what he needed… was a hobby.}

_{“I like that about you. I’m in. When do I get to flay someone alive? It always was my favorite.“}

_{He knew that this was a risk; no one in their right mind should have agreed to this little ‘team’ of his. Then again, Ky wasn’t exactly in his right mind either. He just wanted to do something and have a few people to back him up. Sure, it would turn out ugly, but as long as there was a few ground rules? He didn’t see how anything could go horribly wrong.}

_{“See, now that is what i’m talking about.” Ky couldn’t help the grin that spread from ear to ear.  “You’ll get your fill  of flaying and everything else. I can promise you that and more.” Much more if he was being honest with himself, but he wasn’t going to put on the table more than he could offer. Not yet anyways.}