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[wheelsy_sheriff]

The front door opens and in walks one Bill Pardy. Half covered in white paint and looking mighty pissed about it. He walks in backwards, one hand holding a towel and the other pointing out the door. "You better get your ass ready Arliss, cus I'm kickin it when I come back out

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[fran_goldsmith]

A young woman approaches him, a friendly smile lighting her eyes.
"You all right?" she's not laughing. Really.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Yeah..." He sighs, wiping at the paint. "Least didn't get to much in my hair."

[fran_goldsmith]

She asks Bar for a couple of extra towels for him. "Were you playing paintball or something?"

[wheelsy_sheriff]

"Thanks." He says, seeing the towels. "No. Some dumbass was paintin at the station and knocked his bucket off the ladder when I was walkin past. Just ain't turnin out to be my year..."