Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20170813062856/@comment-5385060-20170901000205

"I dunno, like three or four?" said Leroy. "I didn't get a good look. Before I could get to them to knock them all on their ass, they scattered."

Kyla retrieved the money from her pocket. "Look, before we get into all the fight talk, I wanted to do this." The money in her hand turned to be one hundred dollar bills. She gave one to Michael. Then to Jo.

Jo sniffed hers, and raised it up to get a good look at it in the light. "Shit, is this real?"

"It's real," Kyla confirmed. She gave one to Milo. The last one she kept hold of. "This is for Greg. Who wants to give it to him? Call this payment or compensation for all the crap you've had to go through because of all this."

"Woah! Keep my clothes. I'm getting me a decent helmet and something new to cut up and make look worn in," said Jo. "Except the hat, I want that back. I had to phone the station like fifty times, and threaten to throw myself off a cliff to get that."

Milo angled the money so he could see it through the eye he could actually open. That hazel eye widened. He stood, arms out as if he was going to hug her. "Kyla! Come here! All that shit I said about you, forget it."