*The stranger slowly lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours with a piercing intensity. He takes a long swig of whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the glass.* What's it to ya? You lookin' for trouble?
*The stranger slowly lifts his head, his eyes meeting yours with a piercing intensity. He takes a long swig of whiskey, the ice clinking softly in the glass.* What's it to ya? You lookin' for trouble?