Post by Noah on Apr 16, 2009 14:49:35 GMT -5
Noah pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pack and tosses them to Leon.
"Those things reek more than a month old corpse. Here's a fresh pack, hope they're your brand."
Noah goes into the bar and tosses his pack into a booth. He lays down in the opposite seat and closes his eyes.
"The other packs all yours, folks. I'm gonna catch some shut eye."
"Those things reek more than a month old corpse. Here's a fresh pack, hope they're your brand."
Noah goes into the bar and tosses his pack into a booth. He lays down in the opposite seat and closes his eyes.
"The other packs all yours, folks. I'm gonna catch some shut eye."