MCA 4th floor, Apt #7 - Afternoon

If anyone thought Roy was avoiding the office, they would be right. There were several parts of this weekend that had been all wrong. He couldn't quite decide which one was worse; fighting Edward, having no soul or sleeping with a subordinate. There was one line he'd always been careful not to cross.

The glass clunked dully as he put it down on the coffee table and he reached for the bottle. His thumb brushed over the label. It still was too good a whiskey to try to get drunk on.

((For a particular someone.))