Talk:Hellhound/@comment-4407082-20150131052746/@comment-25720867-20150131085806

I turn my face to look at her, and let them see my ugly scar below my right eye. I reach into my pocket and take out a cigar, placing it in my mouth. I light it up with an air of superiority. Then I look back up at her with a slightly pissed off look on my face.

"Sorry darling the position's already occupied."

She looks at me. dissapointed. "By whom?"

"None a yer damn business."