Madame Christmas', Central - Sunday Evening

Whenever his fingers started to itch to just set light to the whole damn stack of papers on top of his desk, Roy realised that it was time to get the hell out of his office. He could have gone back to his place, but it was Sunday and he didn't much feel like sitting on his couch and reading. Neither was he in the mood for much of anything else, which simply led him to the brothel.

He received the same warm greeting as usual, even if he hadn't enjoyed any of the girls' company for a long time now. He still wouldn't, but Madame Christmas didn't care a whole lot and served him a drink without needing to ask him what he wanted. It was followed with the familiar inquiry about his girlfriend and Roy was more than happy to oblige.