Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 4, 2007 0:47:01 GMT -5
"As usual as anything in this city can get I guess." Priz says cynically. He glances around the room, and his attention is caught by an old jukebox in the corner. He gets up, inspects it a bit, then digs through his pockets. He manages to find a quarter, and soon the bar is filled with an old Jerry Lee Lewis song.
"Do they allow dancing in the Motherland?" he asks Lachryma.
"Do they allow dancing in the Motherland?" he asks Lachryma.
