Slowly Lance drifted awake from a dream, a hazy memory from a nicer time. And then his head split open.<br/><br/>"Damn it..." Lance muttered under his breath, putting a pillow over his face to block out the sun. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, so it had to be early. Must have forgot to close the blinds before passing out. Black out Lance could be an ass some times.<br/><br/>"I'm gonna put ketchup on top of the beers, he'll hate that." Lance muttered to himself as he dragged himself out of bed, one hand covering his eyes while the other reached for the door. Something caught his foot, and suddenly he crashed into the floor cursing. "Scratch that, mayo. Old mayo. Pretty sure the bottle downstairs went bad."<br/><br/>He tossed the offending bottle into the trash, all the glass in there sounded like a broken wind chime. After making sure his pants weren't soiled he went to the kitchen. Grabbing some pain pills from a cupboard, he drank them down with a lot of water. He then went to the fridge, and begun putting his revenge in motion.