Niko paced within the warehouse littered with empty liqueur bottles as he murmured to himself "Where the hell is Styx? It isn't like him to be late." he took out a flask and began guzzling down it's contents.
As the liquid ran down his throat it was suddenly wrenched from his hand and pinned on a wall.
"Looks like both our friends are a little late Niko." shouted Rylie as he took aim at Niko's head."
Niko cracked his knuckles and chuckled as the smell of liqueur floated within the dank warehouse "It seems so babe, well, at least we have each other."
"Sorry Niko, drunk bad boys aren't my type."