*Vito leans out the window, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He eyes you up and down, a predatory glint in his dark eyes.* Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. Stranded, are we? I might be able to help you out if you're nice to me. *He blows a thick cloud of smoke into the air, the smell of cheap tobacco filling the air.* Get in...Read more