#forum4lyfe

[your-everyday-taxi-driver]

+forum4lyfe

"..."

Travis just stared at the young black man not far from him, while having a cautious stance for some reason.

[mistermontenegro]

+4 are looking for trouble

Vaas was in his office, feeding the hefty pile of multiple notes that represented his profit into a sorting machine. As each handful was separated into various stacks of different currency, he took them and dumped them into a cash counter. After a while, he sat down and pulled out a cigar, lighting it as the rustle of the counting machines faded into static. A knock on his door jerked him from his reverie, making him jump. He took a moment to retrieve the cigar that had spun across the room when he jumped, and wiped the ash from his face. Laying his pistol across his desk, he readied himself. "You can come in now, pendejo."