Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 3, 2007 23:27:10 GMT -5
"Barter? We have fallen on hard times..." the newcomer says with a smirk. He digs through his pcokets, and pulls out a celluar phone battery. He makes a show of putting it on the counter, and gently works his hair out of the hands of the vigilante. He hops over the counter, taking the vodka with him, and sits across from the person in the corner.
"Moron eh?" he says nonchalantely.
"Moron eh?" he says nonchalantely.
