don't you know we're outlaws
givin' the finger to death itself
“He ain’t bad if you catch ‘im before he gets shitfaced.” That’s probably before dinner time, but no one’s perfect. “But I’ve no fuckin’ clue what that’s supposed to mean.” Shrugging, I take a swig of the rum and am momentarily drawn in by the fight that starts. They look familiar, but then almost everyone does if they're not regulars. Tan and a beard? I probably think I've seen you before.
Jack’s elbow brings me out of it and I scoot out of the way - internally amused by the thought that for all his street urchin origins, he can be surprisingly chivalrous. Might be time to take a stroll if shit is gonna get messy. With a jut of my chin I indicate a general direction. “Come on, let’s walk. What else is new?”
Jack’s elbow brings me out of it and I scoot out of the way - internally amused by the thought that for all his street urchin origins, he can be surprisingly chivalrous. Might be time to take a stroll if shit is gonna get messy. With a jut of my chin I indicate a general direction. “Come on, let’s walk. What else is new?”
we got no one to hide from
no one to toast our health
RAZA
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