@wolfgangthelost
“Sorry, pal,” Hunter said as he tended to other tables. “We’re fresh out of the fried ghoul genitalia.”
“Hmph, I swear every time I speak to you I lose a couple of years. Anyway, I’ll have a brahmin steak with a glass of sunset sarsaparilla. Try not to fuck it up”
“One brahmin steak comin’ right up.” Hunter said as he slapped one onto the grill. “And a glass of Sunset.” He poured one out. “Usually that’s 15 caps, but for you… 20.”
Wolfgang mumbled to himself as he placed the caps on the counter “How has life been treating you? Still being rejected by every girl you talk to?”












