"Professionally. Good finish."
Rutger refuses to drink tonight but instead lights of his cigars and rests it on the front of his mask"I'm not gonna have any tonight, last time i got thrown off the roof into a dumpster""But i bet you can't cure my severe addiction to fast cars and rare firearms"
"No contracts now. Gettout of my room,"
"Mind if I keep the pistol on my body? I feel like I'm liable to get killed in my sleep without it."Joel takes a sip of seltzer.