OOC: again compy is down. Trying to post.
Lixor had the valet open the glass door, then walked his way out while mumbling to himself ideas of what to say to the don. "Hey Don Glock! How is it goin'! Listen, the buisness is booming and the pay is here but, your loan still has not been sent. Don't want to bother you but, I need it for some upgrades!" He decided on that one and took a look at the dark night sky. The mudoken hand moon seemed to stare at him, so he looked away at his car.
It was a black, expensive, armored pourshe. Stick operated, (the way the valet preferred it) Scrabskin seats, and a trunk with three secret compartments. Lixor loved it, as it was a way to show off his great buisnesses. After the valet got him all settled in, they took off.
The drive was short and uneventful, so when they arrived at the casino, because of the lights and all, his heart beated faster. What he wouldn't give to be Glock. But they were loyal friends, so he would never try anything.
He waddled in the casino as a steef crossed his path. "Filthy animal." Lixor thought to himself.
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