don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
Words are flyin’ back an’ forth, hot n’ heavy and there are even some fingers pointed in faces before the stall owner slams his palm down on the counter and glares at Raza with thunderous, bushy eyebrows. Finally, he gives in, shakes his head, and reaches down under the counter to hand her somethin’. She tucks it away and when the proprietress turns from the exchange, she definitely looks like the cat that got the cream, the canary, and maybe a nice hunk ‘a tuna too.
Melita’s voice carries across the way an’ fueled by her recent victory, she’s in high spirits. Nothin’ like a good ol’ fashioned verbal spar t’get the blood flowin’ in the morning. She waves back, "Hey Mel!" and then starts to cross down to the redhead, shovin’ an elbow into a random ribcage just to get a slow, unobservant Halovian to move.
Melita’s voice carries across the way an’ fueled by her recent victory, she’s in high spirits. Nothin’ like a good ol’ fashioned verbal spar t’get the blood flowin’ in the morning. She waves back, "Hey Mel!" and then starts to cross down to the redhead, shovin’ an elbow into a random ribcage just to get a slow, unobservant Halovian to move.
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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