Current moods would have been listed as:
Irritated.
Impatient.
Volatile.
Essentially it was like any other day.
❝——Whattaya hidin’?❞
Hands behind his back didn’t bring her any idea of comfort.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
So much for trying to smuggle
some cigars out of the place.
Probably didn’t help one was
hanging from his mouth.
Wasn’t she suppose to be
somewhere? Like.. not here?
He’d have to remember to yell
at Weasel later for giving him
false info.
“ Uhh………
Nothin’? ”