cfuw: Miami [ wolf post ]
[ The lighting is low. A broken card table sits in the corner, a pool table to the right of that. A ceiling fan half-heartedly stirs the stagnant air. The bar is devoid of any real alcohol, but there are bottles of milk in the icebox. The centerpiece, however, the crown jewels of the room, is the pile of cookies on the big mahogany table in the center. Each one handmade, handcrafted to chocolate perfection. Hell, they even still smell fresh baked. Some men would kill to eat cookies like this. But you? You're not that kind of criminal. You're smarter. . . faster. . . more clever.
Looks like. . . you've stolen the show. ]
Looks like. . . you've stolen the show. ]