Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 1, 2007 10:07:21 GMT -5
Leon looks Lachryma up and down as unabashed as he had been staring at Melody's breasts, thinking "Joisey" to himself.
"Nice poncho. It's not raining in here. You should....strip down."
His fingers run like little men from his beer to a shotgun shell, kicking it around the table, as he glances back over to the guy in the hoodie. "What, you're better now? no more stench? What was that anyway?"
"Nice poncho. It's not raining in here. You should....strip down."
His fingers run like little men from his beer to a shotgun shell, kicking it around the table, as he glances back over to the guy in the hoodie. "What, you're better now? no more stench? What was that anyway?"
