idle hands

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. "Oh, uh, sure." Adam wiped his hand off on his pants, though privately thought Lucas was being a bit of a princess. Back where he came from, it was the way all criminal sorts agreed on their deals (or if they were a little more hardcore, with blood. But Adam was not about to scar his skin for one shitty handshake. It seemed he was being escorted out, which was a bit of a surprise (he had hoped this would lead to some sexy-post-government-establishing-banging) but there was always a bar to go to or another set of arms to fall into. With a mock salute, he turned and left out of the door. "See ya later, 'boss'." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.