❝ what d’ya say, huh ? ❞ wanna break into a warehouse
AMERICAN GODS EP. 4 MEME // OPEN
Robert’s lips slowly curled into a grin once Beck’s proposition fully sunk in. Maple Bay was a good place to live if you intend to raise a family and retire early; but Robert was childless and unaware of his age which desperately tried to weigh his body down into a grave. ❝ Now you’re speaking my language. ❞ With one swift movement, he pressed the bottle of whiskey against his lips and downed the glistening liquid left in a few LOUD sips. It burned. It set his throat and lungs on fire. The pain on the man’s face was very visible, but Robert was quick to create a diversion by SMASHING the bottle down onto the sidewalk, not bothering to watch out for the flying shards of glass that might wound them both. Instead he focused on the man before him; a promise of REAL ENTERTAINMENT embodied in one individual … Beck couldn’t possibly be aware of the RESPONSIBILITY which came with such a title. One hand lightly smacked the back of the other man’s head.
❝ C’mon Becky. Show us the way. ❞
