Sarah shrugged her shoulders, “alright fine, whatever—jus’ don’t go drinking all the beer that’s all I ask.” Sarah chuckled a bit before getting a bit more serious, “and be careful who you bring round’ if you need to lay low alright?”
Tony definitely couldn't promise anything when it came to beer, but he decided to appease her with a nod rather than start something. He was just setting his feet up on the coffee table when he shooting a halfhearted glare at his clone. "Aye, I didn't ask for the cops to be on my ass. Christ, I went to one bar 'nd all of a sudden I got a target on my balls." He slipped his hand into his pocket, surfacing with a cigarette. "Gotta tell you, this is one bitch of a situation."















