Tony looked out the chopper. His body here, but his eyes gone. Glassed over. If it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of his chest he would have made a very convincing impression of a corpse. His hand darted into the depths of his trench coat and retrieved a large silver flask. The container glinted in the harsh sunlight as it was brought to his mouth for a quick gulp followed by a sigh.<br/><br/>The flask was returned to the coat as he looked down at the desolation below. His face was as blank as his eyes as D started to fill his head with more words and orders. Antonio's mind wandered back to that girl, Annie, to what could have been had she not left. He sighed. That was how life was, teasing you with a morsel before taking it away and stamping on your head with a boot. Instead of a day relaxing in the casino, he was on his way to Hoover Dam.<br/><br/>He knew he would move on in time, it was only a passing infatuation after all. Or at least that's what he told himself now. If anything he could just get one of the waitresses to help him forget. Another sigh left his lips as he nodded at D halfheartedly. His hand dropped down to his side and landed on Louie's head before proceeding to scratch and pet his coarse fur.<br/><br/>______________________________<br/><br/>With plugs in his ears to help protect his sensitive ears, Louie had much bigger things on his mind than their destination. His barking was drowned out by the chopper's roar, although he had no way of knowing.<br/><br/><span style="color: Red">HEY HEY SOUNDS ARE FUNNY WRONG MASTER HEY THING IN EAR MAKE SOUND FUNNY WRONG</span><br/><br/>He barked on and on about the things in his ear, until eventually he grew tired of it and started to scratch at his ears, trying to get them out, although even this yielded no results. Only when Antonio's hand came down to rub his head did Louie finally settle down for the ride and enjoy the sensations brought out by his head being scratched.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>