Sorry, Ms. Terwilliger. I'm Flattered That You

This Isn’t A Game. We Don’t Want Mediocre Employees Who Can Keep The Status Quo. We Want Souls. We Want To Win. And You’ve Spent Most Of Your Time Here Being Mediocre.

See? There It Is Again. My Flame In The Dark.

I Like You Being The Sinner You Are. -adrian Ivashkov

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.

Not Much Could Have Distracted Me From Coffee, But Hearing Julius Caesar Quoted At Spencer’s Certainly Did.