At the Monroe mansion, Quinn walked slowly, enjoying his stroll as he went in search of Cassius. There was hell outside, but Quinn was calm since it wasn't near the end of his story yet.
Quinn entered the room he had assigned to Cassius without knocking and found Cassius fast asleep with bottles of rum on his bed.
Quinn walked over to the bed and dragged the blanket so Cassius would slip onto the floor.
Cassius woke up, angry that his sleep was disturbed. "Who told you- Brother," he calmed himself.
"Was that how you were going to speak to the maid? You've been drinking like there's something on your mind. Tell me, what is it?" Quinn asked, walking further into the room.
"Nothing. I merely had a bad night and got carried away. I didn't touch anything belonging to you," Cassius swore.
Cassius soon came out of his tired state and stood up to face Quinn.
Since Quinn came to his room, Cassius knew he was in trouble, but he couldn't think of what it was.
