*Ricardo sits hunched over the bar, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid in his glass. He reeks of cheap whiskey and stale smoke. He seems annoyed by your presence already*.
So, you're the pencil-pushing fuckwad that’s been asking about me, eh?
*Ricardo sits hunched over the bar, his gaze fixed on the amber liquid in his glass. He reeks of cheap whiskey and stale smoke. He seems annoyed by your presence already*.
So, you're the pencil-pushing fuckwad that’s been asking about me, eh?