Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 4, 2007 14:47:23 GMT -5
Leon lifts his head off of the bar, eyes filmy. He shakes his head but stops when he nearly knocks himself over, and grabs at his mixed coke for balance. Somehow, holding the glass actually centers him, though it is empty and he grimaces for a few seconds before ordering another from the barkeep with a wave of of his hand and flourish of a half-empty box of shells. Leon hope the burly fella doesn't catch on that they are 2-gauge shells, which hold 2 1-inch or larger steel ball bearings and are fired form a shotgun that hasn't been made since-
He surveys the room, looking for Melody, noticing Prizz and wondering why everyone always shows up when he's sleeping.
"Figments of my imagination?" He asks himself aloud, then asks the plastic girlfriends hanging from his chest. Leon hasn't had his medication in a looooong time.
He surveys the room, looking for Melody, noticing Prizz and wondering why everyone always shows up when he's sleeping.
"Figments of my imagination?" He asks himself aloud, then asks the plastic girlfriends hanging from his chest. Leon hasn't had his medication in a looooong time.
