free trading

Adam

Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakes
Some people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakes

Ugh, fine, Adam guessed if it was written in the fancy boy language, he couldn't pretend he didn't know about it. Rolling out of his cave to come to the meeting, he was dressed in his sexy, careless best: black shirt so loose it was more like a tent around his torso and showed all of his chest and stomach and tight leather pants. It was after sunset, so he could afford to be as slutty as he wanted without fear of the sun

As he went he blew out the candles, though Adam wondered if that would fuck over the people coming after him. Oh well. He was the most important guild member, after all.

"Hey there boss man." He greeted on his way in, casually going for one of the bottles of brandy and taking it to a chair, where he promptly sat leaned back with his boots resting on the table, using the handle of his knife to pop off the cap and take a swig of alcohol he couldn't taste.

We are the ones who don't slow down at all
And there's nobody there to catch us when we fall