only god can j u d g e me [octane]

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Octane didn't see it happen firsthand, but he had enough connections throughout the staff of the tour to know that the police had been called to clean up the aftermath of a fight involving Brodee and Sonny. After hearing the past of the situation, Octane knew that this could mean nothing good for anyone else- but it could be good for him. First thing in the morning he got up and pulled on his clothes, ringing Sonny on the way to his hotel. He didn't know what shape the kid was in, or who might be with him, but it didn't really matter. Octane would clear the room if he had to.

"I'm comin' over, open the door." he ordered as soon as Sonny answered his phone, hanging up promptly after the command.

Sonny liked to act big and tough, but when it came down to it the kid was a kitten. If Octane said he was coming over, Sonny wouldn't complain. Especially if he was as beat up as the rumors whispered. Another thing Sonny was: malleable. Now that the kid was broken down enough, Octane would be able to throw some strings on him and treat him like a puppet if the situation was right. He could only hope that all of Sonny's friends had abandoned him, and nobody would be there to stand in his way.

"Number 124, 124, where are you?" he thought to himself as he wandered the halls. Eventually he stopped to ask one of the chambermaids bustling about in the hallway.

"Go down this hallway and take a right, then it's the third door on your left," she replied with a bright smile. Octane gave her a polite nod and continued on his way.

When he reached the room he gave a quick knock, then poked his head inside. He could hear the shower running, so he assumed that Sonny was at least up and functional. With a shrug he took a seat at the small table in the room and helped himself to the rum and coke that was sitting idly nearby.

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WORDS noofwords * *
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TAGGED sonny * *
CREDIT royale of caution two point oh.
please do not remove or ill bite you * *