A Floor is A Floor [Open]

ADAM it's not a cry for help, it's just a cry for connection. Are started going on about...warriors, or cobblers, or something, and Adam shifted himself up, scratched at his chin. Was this guy drunk too? Or at least high. But whatever he was, he asked Adam if he was a warrior, which was close enough for an invitation to introduce himself as he needed. "Uh, no. I'm Adam Pikely, best--" Adam burped loudly, putting his hand somewhere near the vicinity of his mouth but not really covering it. "--Highwayman and thief you'll ever meet. I guess I have fought people, but uh...not really a warrior. Just shoot 'em when I gotta." He patted the gun on his hip. Forcing himself to sit, he leaned up against the bookcase and looked sideways at Are. "Y'go to Hell cos you were bad, though, that's what I was told. And I figure I'm here cos of all of the stealing and cheating and shooting." i'd trade my life and health, to make people pay attention. I'd sacrifice myself for the sake of entertainment.