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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 3:37 pm
Mot caught the bag, wanting nothing more than to toss whatever it was back into the were's face. "As if I would work in this place aga---" He began to mutter, but stopped short as he felt the bag a little better. He opened it up, pausing for a long while.
That was a lot of seeds.
"..."
Mot didn't know any drummers, and he was not all that comfortable bringing anyone else to such a seedy place. Hopefully the bar might provide a drummer, unless they found someone as crazy as they were.
Who would have thought he would have a job by the end of the night? Not so much a legitimate job, but a paying job regardless.
Wait wait... he was working as a singer now?
What the Jacking Hell, Roch!?
"Yeah.. big IF." Maybe they would have to THINK on it, tough guy!
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2011 3:53 pm
"See ya, man!" Roch said, heading out the door, his bag of seed slipping into one of his pant pockets, his step remarkably light for someone that could have easily just been killed. "I like this place," he said, looking back at the door as they got outside. There was a little sign by the door that said "Casino Royale."
He frowned slightly. "That's a stupid name for a gambling hall. Oh well, gotta find a drummer!" he said, changing the subject and heading towards school again. He would probably have to find another singer, too, unless he could talk Mot into doing it again.
But that could wait for another night.
***
Back in the gambling den a shadow separated from the wall and formed into a very pissed off looking hunter. He slammed the back door open, ignoring all the people sitting there and pointing at the smoking reaper in the middle.
"You damn dirty b*****d, you HIRED my son?"
"Why not? The boil has talent. And hanging out in a place like this will toughen him up."
"He's YOUR jackin' grandson!"
"I know," Vegas said, taking another drag off his smoke. "Looks just like you at that age." He smirked, quite pleased with the night over all. "It'll be fun, don't you think?"
Austin cursed and turned, storming out of the room. Vegas ALWAYS pissed him off.
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