Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-2173402-20160210013219/@comment-2173402-20160303022524

"For Harrington?" Rock asked, thinking, "Not really. I mean, unless you count charading around here like a pompous asswipe. Aside from kissing ass, that kid doesn't do much."

He reached under his bed, pulling out a notebook and flipping through it, uninterested. "Sales records won't help much, either. All he does is buy booze, and cigars, and women's panties."