Post by Prisonner Of Today on Oct 19, 2007 1:46:47 GMT -5
"Christ, do you really need to ask him why he can't ever go to Miami again?" Priz says, finding his own pack of cigarettes by rummaging in an uncharacteristically clumsy way through his many pockets. He is obviously a little grumpy from a bad sleep. "I mean, have you completely forgotten about this whole zombie thing we have going on right here? NONE of us can go to Miami again, let alone him."
With a look of mild annoyance, and the telltale signs of a very, very bad hangover, he gets off the stool. Noticing ValJohn's absence, walks around behind the counter into the kitchen. Pausing at the doorway, he glances back. "I'm gonna go kill something to eat. You guys want any?"
With a look of mild annoyance, and the telltale signs of a very, very bad hangover, he gets off the stool. Noticing ValJohn's absence, walks around behind the counter into the kitchen. Pausing at the doorway, he glances back. "I'm gonna go kill something to eat. You guys want any?"
