Verticus Varsch

My boot pressed a late payers face into the gravel, my cigaret dangling between my lips as I spoke I dont take kindly to delay...you owe me and I expect to be paid are we clear?I took my foot away my boot had left an imprint of the guys cheek he sat up and pulled the cash from his wallet he had gravel stuck to his other cheek, I took a a hawl of my smoke taking the cash I quickly counted it dont come again if you dont have the cash to pay up when you lose...get lost I watched him scurry