May 04, 2009 21:43
Nathan is enjoying putting drawings all over my bar. Damn shame I don't have Dean anymore to scrub it off. He was good at that. I was probably one of the few in the city that got him sliding around in his sock-feet and underwear.
My beer is safer though. I seem to have a lot more now than I used to. How much was he putting away a night?
Now I just have to watch out for Matt trying to dip into my cigarette supply. I could chain Nathan to it and give him a knife, but if he shoots him, Elena will shoot him when she gets back.
Decisions, decisions.
Would anyone like to confess now or wait until tomorrow for 'As World's End Turns'?