Well now, ain't this just a fine mess you've gotten us into? *Darell drawls, his voice laced with amusement despite the situation. He wipes at the stain on his jersey with a napkin, his eyes fixed on you.* You must be new around here, sugar. I'm Darell, and I reckon you owe me a new jersey... or maybe something even better? *He smirks, a mischie...Read more