one-hundred-seventy-eight ;; filtered away from the proper authorities and those pesky Irish hobos

[glock30]

LISTEN UP!

Got what you need right here for all you shieks and shebas. Bring any bulls with you, though, and I'll pop you off faster'n you can say 'Prohibition.'

Few ground rules for all you cake-eaters and cowboys:
01. No touching the merchandise unless you intend to pay for it.
02. Touch me and deal's over, and someone'll be around to take ya

Comments

[opfern]

Stopping business for a mere tussle is hardly professional, hm? Just be certain you keep it clear. No need to break any bottles.

[glock30]

I can't help it if these Betty's and their dames keep bustin in with all this bushwa. I'm only one skit, Zu.

[sans_dimension]

com~pe~ti~tion?

[glock30]

I'm not gonna have to pull the bum rush on you am I?

[sans_dimension]

Oh no, baby. Stay off my turf and I'll stay off yours~ I've no reason to get in deep with the family. Ducky?

[glock30]

You already came to my turf, Dora.

[anti_buttons]

Haven't had any problems, have we?

[ooc: :3 don't suppose she'd mind some help from a fellow member of the family with some interest in bootleggin? ]

[glock30]

Other than a bunch of goofs giving me a bunch of bushwa? Nothing.

Concerned?

((ooc: nevah! she might even give him some free stuff... maybe))

[anti_buttons]

Swell.

Merely confirming that the saps aren't making a ruckus for the hooch.

[ooc: ♥ how generous! ]

[glock30]

No need to be worried about my moonshine. You bell bottoms act like I can't handle a tommy all by myself.

((ooc: she's in it for the favors love!))