"Okay, fine. It was very fun. Don't let it go to your head," he said, moving over and laying his head on Stein's shoulder. "Your ego does not need to get any bigger." A smirk pulled at his lips. "If it did, I'd have to start calling you 'Wesker'."

Birkin closed his eyes and yawned. "I'll take another shower in the morning..." He sure as hell wasn't going home covered in blood. It was bad enough that he was going to end up leaving with his shirt in two pieces and a massive scar on his chest.