The old barkeep, Alfonso, looked at the man known as Tuco, and then back at the man of the Brotherhood. A cold bead of sweat ran uncomfortably down the side of his face. It was not everyday that he found himself an innocent bystander in the middle of a mexican stanford between a bandit, a Brotherhood Elder, and a sniper off in the distance who may or may not exist.
Suddenly, Tuco turned to him, and jrked his head towards the door to the stuffy basement. "Alfonso."
The old man understood, and quickly shuffled off downstairs.
The Brotherhood Elder frowned. "I hope you sent him downstairs for a good reason."
Tuco chuckled. "I was down there for nearly an hour. Want him to experience it for himself."
The Elder said nothing.
Tuco picked up the gold coin the Elder tossed on the table. Slowly, he lifted it to his mouth and bit into it, feeling the soft metal curl around his set of yellowing, charles teeth. The bandit smiled. "If there is more where this came from, I'm your man."
Quote:[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: <_<
Quote:Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?