Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 193

"Oww!" Russo yelled, grabbing his chin. I could see blood starting to drip down into the wash basin, splashing into the creamy white water. It looked like some sort of maniacal abstract painting.

"See what you made me do, Randolph! You come in here all heated up and make me cut myself. I have a business appointment in a few minutes."

I saw a bottle of Listerine on the basin. I grabbed a wash cloth and poured some of the mouthwash on it and then held it to his chin.

"Randolph, you mind telling me what the hell you're doing?"