J. Rollins

𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗔 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗻𝘀 ~New to verse. MCU RP. NSFW themes. Muse of #StabbyBoi~ Right hand of @TightenTheLeash.

What more could you ask for?

Maybe it's 6:45 Maybe I'm barely alive Maybe you've taken my shit for the last time, yeah Maybe I know that I'm drunk Maybe I know you're the one Maybe you thinking it's better if you drive

Rollins had spent more than one night in jail. He was there again after a bar fight. His one phone call is to @TightenTheLeash.

He knows @TightenTheLeash has dozens of men and women looking for his attention but... Does the commander want to go out for a drink?

Grumpy.

Rollins has the good bourbon.

Fuck.

Quietly slipping back into the safehouse. He's hoping to avoid @TightenTheLeash. They'd completed their mission and hunkered down until pick-up in the morning, and Rollins had gone out for...a snack.

When the safehouse only has one couch. @TightenTheLeash

Hungry.

His back aches. A recent mission has left him stuck in bed for the day.

His shoulder is sore. He must have torn a muscle on his last assignment.

You get chocolate all over the keyboard.

He's still around.

This heat has him grumpy and growling.

He was rushing to the hospital the night after Brock contacted him, and not slowing down when @_Son0fPerdition stopped him.

Growls.