Feb 11, 2019
McCree takes a long drag off his cigarillo, exhaling the smoke out to join the haze of cooking vapors and the lazy music pouring from the jukebox, the folksy guitar strum only just distinguishable from the cacophony of voices filling the diner.
"The way Ah see it." McCree spoke into his phone, his voice low enough to get lost in the plethora of others around them. "This here's a two person job - at least - So what say you?” Another drag, another slow exhale. “You lookin' for a nice paycheck, or do Ah gotta look elsewhere?"