"Well, onea you horn-dogs on the half-shell owes me some beer, and it might as well be you." Logan fishes in the watch pocket of his jeans and produces a barreted brass Zippo. He sets it on the bar to better rummage thru the inside pockets of the flight jacket. In the glow of the bar, one could almost make out "FUCK COMMUNISM" etched into the tarnished face of the lighter.
no subject
Logan fishes in the watch pocket of his jeans and produces a barreted brass Zippo. He sets it on the bar to better rummage thru the inside pockets of the flight jacket. In the glow of the bar, one could almost make out "FUCK COMMUNISM" etched into the tarnished face of the lighter.