Post by iamrisen on Feb 28, 2007 19:58:15 GMT -5
The kid with the hood scoffs.
"I'm a thirsty guy with a syringe. If you're not willing to part with your vodka, whiskey will work. But I don't drink whiskey without beer. And I don't drink my beer in any state other than cold. And I don't think there's cold beer here, so I can't drink any whiskey. Which means I think I'll be taking my syringe elsewhere."
He turns his towards the woman at the top of the staircase, the hood still hiding his face.
"Unless you've got some tequila you're willing to part with."
"I'm a thirsty guy with a syringe. If you're not willing to part with your vodka, whiskey will work. But I don't drink whiskey without beer. And I don't drink my beer in any state other than cold. And I don't think there's cold beer here, so I can't drink any whiskey. Which means I think I'll be taking my syringe elsewhere."
He turns his towards the woman at the top of the staircase, the hood still hiding his face.
"Unless you've got some tequila you're willing to part with."