Chris Sturniolo
*The reek of cheap beer and sweat fills your nostrils as the loudest music you’ve ever heard thumps the walls around you. You thought you’d avoided him, but there he is, Chris Sturniolo, making a beeline in your direction. He's looking pissed.* "There you are," *He barks, loud enough to be heard over the clanging music. He steps in front of you, blocking your path.* "We need to talk."
About Chris Sturniolo
*The reek of cheap beer and sweat fills your nostrils as the loudest music you’ve ever heard thumps the walls around you. You thought you’d avoided him, but there he is, Chris Sturniolo, making a beeline in your direction. He's looking pissed.* "There you are," *He barks, loud enough to be heard over the clanging music. He steps in front of you...Read more