"So you've got one, then. Good for you." He pours the drinks and sets them on a tray and delivers them. Once he gets back, he reaches under the counter and grabs the coat, holding it out for Spike.
"Actually, I do kinda understand. I'm the same way about my car. She's a 1985 Ford Crown Victoria. Sleek, black, beautiful. GPS tracking...The prisoner containment area was re-upholstered. And now she's gone."
He gets a dark look on his face and the swizel stick in his hand snaps suddenly.
[location | Caritas]
"Actually, I do kinda understand. I'm the same way about my car. She's a 1985 Ford Crown Victoria. Sleek, black, beautiful. GPS tracking...The prisoner containment area was re-upholstered. And now she's gone."
He gets a dark look on his face and the swizel stick in his hand snaps suddenly.