Lanakov was, once again, deeply absorbed by the sight of a good-looking brunette at the bar. He barely heard Katz calling him to come and play. His voice had a different tone, that he could explain by looking at the empty bottles surrounding Alvin.
He walked sluggishly to the table, bringing out his wallet.
"Ah. The women from our nation. They never cease to amaze me."
He took a seat and only at that moment noticed Angie's presence, along with her wounds. He winked at Ben, whom he had heard and read about during the Ontario mess-up.
" Judging from your reports, I knew you liked it rough, Libertonian. But here, you should chill out..."
He then slowly shuffled the cards with an amused yet concentrated look.
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
