@thawedweapon said: “No witty remark? Nothing clever to say?”
-- We have to stop meeting this way.
Not that nearly getting his ass kicked by a piss poor loser at pool quite compared to getting actually getting tuned up by some mob enforcer. The words didn’t quite cross his lips, however, and John just slowly sat up instead. There was something truly fascinating about seeing his own blood drying on the concrete not far away.
“If it’s all the same t’you. I’d jus’ like t’go back t’mine,” John sighed wearily.














