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It's been a while since T-Bag was last in the bar (and about damn time, as far as he's concerned).
Sure, he's been in prison a hell of a long time, but that doesn't mean a man won't start to get plain itchy after a long stretch inside. There's an unpleasant look on his sallow features as he makes his way over to the bar counter, plain white shirt shifting as his muscles do, blue prison issue pants making a soft shuffling noise as he moves.
Taking a seat on one of the stools, he leans an elbow on the counter, hissing a quick, "Something strong," before producing an absolutely nasty-looking knife.
He's got a score to settle, and he's never been known to let go of a grudge.
Sure, he's been in prison a hell of a long time, but that doesn't mean a man won't start to get plain itchy after a long stretch inside. There's an unpleasant look on his sallow features as he makes his way over to the bar counter, plain white shirt shifting as his muscles do, blue prison issue pants making a soft shuffling noise as he moves.
Taking a seat on one of the stools, he leans an elbow on the counter, hissing a quick, "Something strong," before producing an absolutely nasty-looking knife.
He's got a score to settle, and he's never been known to let go of a grudge.