Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-25828117-20160717154917

"Yeah, I kind of do actually." The guard turned to Steven, confident in his authority.

The dick-guard rested his beefy hands on his belt, that hung around a pudding-gut.

"Arizona's Rest? You mean the ol' diner?" The guard asked as he put away the keys of the celldoor. At first he had presumed Jack was just some outsider looking to cause trouble so it took him by surprise that Foley actually knew about that old place.