HARDCORE PARKOUR

[edingly]

[It was late--damned late--and Edward was at some seedy bar far more liberally drunk than anyone had a right to be. While this wasn't as common an occurrence as it had been in Munich, sometimes life just handed him a literal ass platter for breakfast and he defaulted back to that bad habit.]

[But hey, at least he's not so much of a mopey drunk anymore.]

[He wobbled out of the bar, grumbling and looking down at his Gear...and wincing. Shit, that sure as hell is about ten messages from Al, isn't it...]

Goddamnit. Ugh, which way is back home again...?