Name: Wade<br/>Tagged: Jessamyne<br/><br/>Wade takes a sip of his beer and eats some pretzels before he continues.<em>"Oh no, I'm not really messy... very often"</em>He smiles and sips again.<div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"It doesn't count as messy if all that remains is a big hole or not?"</span></div><br/><em>"You know how it is, some clients want to deliver a certain message with the job and sometimes I'm the one who has to deliver it."</em>He laughs and and his eyes are flashing in the light of the nightclub.<em>"And I cannot say that I don't like guns or knives, quite the opposite. I remember even some times where I had to use some of them at the same time. Very funny that ones."</em><br/><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"We sure don't like the undead."</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Doing a hell on clothes, yup." </span></div><br/><br/><em>"But again, sometimes, when the contract is quite big and unwilling to comply, <br/>one has to resort to different methods of persuasion."</em>He smiles again.<div class="floatright"><em> "Massively big, overwhelming methods of persuasion, which sometimes explode."</em></div><br/><em>"Something like that, you know."</em><br/><br/><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Hey, did she call us boy?"</span></div><br/><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"I think so... I'm afraid to ask, why?"</span></div><div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_u">"Uhm... no reason."</span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">"Helloooohoooo."</span></div><div class="floatleft"><span class="bbc_u">"Oh come on, we are at work!" </span></div><br/><br/><em>"I can see that you don't like guns? Your whole stance implies daggers or no, not daggers, stiletto, a bit like a fencer." </em>He rubs his chin, mustering Jessamyne intense,<em> "Maybe something like a rapier. But what for the distance? A small caliber gun perhaps but maybe something for fun too, you know, to say, 'You fucked with the wrong guys'." </em>His mind is quite working, enhanced by various drugs,  remembering old news and rumors,<em>"And not at least meant as an offense, you are too well endowed to comfortably use a bow, so maybe a crossbow."</em><br/><div class="floatleft"><em>"Would fit, does make it kind of personal."</em></div><div class="floatright"><em>"What could be more personal than a thick shaft of wood sticking out of the heart?"</em></div><div align="center"><br/><span class="bbc_u">"Guys, guys, imagine her in a cupid outfit and wings!"</span></div>