The two idiots laughed when their third comrade fell.
"I told this moron to drink to his limits, not exceed it, hehe." One of them laughed, pointing at the other.
"Get up now," the other one kicked him. "Or some bastard will take our pick in the brothel."
The two waited, but nothing happened. The man didn't move. They thought he had passed out, but as they lowered themselves to pick him up, they noticed something.
Blood.
The sight of blood turned them sober instantly. While the shorter guy checked for a pulse, the tall one frantically looked around, gun in hand.
"Come out, you bastard! Show your face!"
He yelled into the darkness, but there was no reply. He turned, sensing something was off, but as he did, he saw the short guy lying next to their dead comrade.
"W-What is happening!?"
