An Odd Church

"Oh now, I love trouble. But I've only been here a day, and I need to work out the level of trouble I can be getting into here first." Adam was an impulsive idiot and a criminal, yes, but there was always a surprising amount of knowledge backing up his ideas...or at least, there had been back at home, where he had known laws and routes and systems, had connections and friendships to get himself out of scrapes. He looked back just in time to see her eyes drag over his body. Now, Adam knew what that kind of look meant. He smirked and sat up a bit to give himself more attractive posture, spreading his legs juuuuust slightly; enough to be suggestive if you knew what you were looking for but enough to be deniable. "I'm sure we can work something out." "I have? Well shit, lucky me." He had seen a lot of people crying, but looking about the place he didn't blame them. This town seemed fucking depressing as hell. He'd be crying if he had to live here. Still, terrible surroundings or not, he had introductions to make - his favourite. Adam turned around in the seat with a surprising speed and flexibility for his gangly frame and held out a hand for Edy to shake. "I'm Adam Pikely, highwayman, dashing rogue and your new obsession." She seemed the kind to be receptive to a good wink, so he threw one in. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave