| http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/bullskullorange.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; text-align:justify;"> "Very velcome," he replied, grinning at her. It seemed as if she was stuck in some sort of melancholy. Or maybe it was just Silas himself that was making her seem so… disheartened. He hoped it wasn’t him. After all, he was only trying to help. "Oh, no need," he raised both hands in front of his chest, waving them to deter her. "But I show you now." He wandered down the street a bit further, placing a hand over the metal handle of the store’s glass door, before pulling it open. "Come, I show you!" The bell chimed its familiar tone and Silas took a step inside. There was evidence that many had wandered through here before. There were no deliveries to replace that bottles that had been taken. The floor itself was littered with bits of shiny glass where careless or drunk patrons had let a bottle slip from the shelves, or else their fingers. But the Russian boy knew exactly what he was looking for. It was the frosted bottles with the silver and red label that he wanted to show the slave girl. There weren’t many left as he and Heath had enjoyed some, as well as that white wolf Flayra, and a few had been taken back to the motel room 119. He grabbed one from the shelf, smiling down at the familiar Cyrillic letters that shined on the label. "Русский стандарт. Zhe very best." |
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