You could see his eyes first, almost luminescent through the smoky haze of the room. From the shadowy corner at the back of the booth, the voice came, quiet, but clear.
"Yeah... I dodge bullets... it's what I do."
:woot: :duck: :thud:
“When you look death in the eye, and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.”
I’m thinkin’ I might need a bigger spot....that’s what I’m thinkin’....
...and a stakehorse....