Tanith Alde
Your Highness
Twas a job like any other. Find the son of a gun, get him to pay what he owed. If he didn't, shove him around, still nothing? Fine, break a few fingers, maybe a leg?
Things had devolved past that stage with the rodian still refusing to pay. Which is what had lead Vincente to shoot him point black in the knee cap, the roadian crumbling to the floor in pain. Blood was getting everywhere, including Vincente's expensive coat, and it was making him more upset by the minute
Shaking his head he pressed the barrel of the scattergun to the Rodian's head "Last chance dirtbag, tell me where the credits, or the spice is, or you're dead. I'm not playing around"
[member="Ruby Wilded"]
Things had devolved past that stage with the rodian still refusing to pay. Which is what had lead Vincente to shoot him point black in the knee cap, the roadian crumbling to the floor in pain. Blood was getting everywhere, including Vincente's expensive coat, and it was making him more upset by the minute
Shaking his head he pressed the barrel of the scattergun to the Rodian's head "Last chance dirtbag, tell me where the credits, or the spice is, or you're dead. I'm not playing around"
[member="Ruby Wilded"]