The Dame on my couch was Trouble. Any Mug with two brain cells to rub together in this town could tell you that. But my detective instincts told me she was in trouble, and she needed my help in a bad way. I couldn't turn the poor Kid away, not on this damn town. It was likely to get me killed, maby some hired gorilla would get lucky and put a slug through my brain, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I help her.
*Sighs a bit Nostalgically* You just can't beat a good old fashioned Noir Story n_n . Love this Picture, Love everything about it n_n <3 ! Hope you do more in the Future n_n !
The Dame on my couch was Trouble. Any Mug with two brain cells to rub together in this town could te
