Only seven, huh? Sounds like a square deal to me. I must have shot off a rocket in a funhouse for all the bullshit I've been dealing with anyway, what's another seven?
[Prior at least looks comfortable. He's settling in with those feminine cream regimens that make Richie nostalgic for half a dozen paramours, wearing some flowing garb and generally exuding airs that belonged on Sunset Boulevard. It's all thin veneer, and you'd know it even without their voiced complaints.
He had hoped to make things easier on the guy with the invitation. Maybe he was. But it would have been much easier in Olympia. Much, much easier.
Richie tuts at the fluttering lashes and rolls his eyes.]
Fat lot of good that'll do. I bet they've got night vision on. No sin goes unwitnessed, praise Nadril! [He props up the remaining cushion and leans back. Ponders. He's looking to the ceiling when he ventures out next.]
There's no crying in
[Prior at least looks comfortable. He's settling in with those feminine cream regimens that make Richie nostalgic for half a dozen paramours, wearing some flowing garb and generally exuding airs that belonged on Sunset Boulevard. It's all thin veneer, and you'd know it even without their voiced complaints.
He had hoped to make things easier on the guy with the invitation. Maybe he was. But it would have been much easier in Olympia. Much, much easier.
Richie tuts at the fluttering lashes and rolls his eyes.]
Fat lot of good that'll do. I bet they've got night vision on. No sin goes unwitnessed, praise Nadril! [He props up the remaining cushion and leans back. Ponders. He's looking to the ceiling when he ventures out next.]
Pry? Mind if I prod you about something a bit?