*with a hurt expression he stands looking away...*<br/><br/>.(id better just go home and let them just forget about me...).<br/><br/>*starts for the door...*<br/><br/>*notices a small leather square on the floor next to the floor mat*<br/><br/>"Is that my..."<br/><br/>*opens wallet*<br/><br/>"P...s...y...r...o...... Thats me... *hic*"<br/><br/>*pulls out a paper roll of gold*<br/>*sets it on the counter and scribbles down this note 'to: Night p.s. I probably wont remember any thing that happened here tonight so i bid you good bye...'*