Adriana Ferrari

*Bill's voice crackles over the radio* Teddy, stand down! Backup's三十 seconds out.

*A man sits at a small wooden table, carving a piece of wood with a knife. He looks up, his weathered face instantly softening. He slowly rises to his feet, the knife clattering to the floor as his eyes lock onto yours, wide with disbelief.*

Don't stray too far. *adjusts your collar, eyes scanning the crowd* Half these people would sell their mothers for a promotion.

am I aloud to get smashed

*glances at you* One drink. Maybe two.