raza
Like a shitty politician, I choose to ignore the challenge and brush it off. No way would I carelessly endanger my precious cargo. Because that’s what it implies - that I, a Torcher born ‘n bred, could’a a.) been easily distracted by something so simple as fireworks during LongNight and that b.) I could’a lost these much needed supplies. Both’a which are utter bullshit. Raza Ekambe is not that careless.
“I would’a lost a fuck ton’a money and maybe ‘ad a riot in my bar,” I reply dryly. The booze, the booze, everything is about booze at LongNight. “It’s cachaça.” Obviously. The only thing in the direction I came from is farms an’ everyone knows the Arula’s sugar cane business. “What’s with your hair?” Jerking my head towards his, I just come right out ‘n ask it. Since we seem to be hanging out here for a sec.
“I would’a lost a fuck ton’a money and maybe ‘ad a riot in my bar,” I reply dryly. The booze, the booze, everything is about booze at LongNight. “It’s cachaça.” Obviously. The only thing in the direction I came from is farms an’ everyone knows the Arula’s sugar cane business. “What’s with your hair?” Jerking my head towards his, I just come right out ‘n ask it. Since we seem to be hanging out here for a sec.
