JAMES
"Y'know I've got an artists soul Zeph." The snake croons. Whether or not that's true, James is shit when it comes to drawing anything other than very stylized penises. Which, you know, could make a great brand anyway.
"A and V huh? What's that like, A for arsholes this way and V for very likely gonna fuck you up?" James shakes his head. "Bit obvious, don't y'think?" But anyway, you're not a leader type so you're fine followin' orders.
Making your waydowntown, walking fast, faces pass and I'm homebound into one of the tunnels, Jame's looks longingly at his bottle of booze. "Y'know I wouldn't do this if there was any other way." He laments. "But really, it's for the good'a'tha' club. You understand? Oh now, don't be like that. Here, one last kiss." So saying, James raises the bottle to his lips downing the entirety of what is left. Some of the liquid drips down his chin onto his chest, and when he's done, he burps with tremendous force. "God i'll miss ya'." He says as he smashes the bottle on the wall of the cave. Glass goes flying everywhere of course. Picking up the pieces, James does an utterly shit job of arranging them in obvious places on the ground, kicking up a bit of sand to 'hide' them.
Hands on hips and a shit-eating-smile on his lips, the thief turns to Zeph with a grin. Mission fucking accomplished, mate.
James smashes some glass and leaves it laying around.
"A and V huh? What's that like, A for arsholes this way and V for very likely gonna fuck you up?" James shakes his head. "Bit obvious, don't y'think?" But anyway, you're not a leader type so you're fine followin' orders.
Making your way
Hands on hips and a shit-eating-smile on his lips, the thief turns to Zeph with a grin. Mission fucking accomplished, mate.
James smashes some glass and leaves it laying around.
"HOLD THE FUCK UP" I say.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
I'm the fuck up. Please hold me.
