Repose

[Public]

Kid from the bar, did you spend time in the local lock-up after a very determined effort to pick a bar fight? You owe me your bar tab.

[Newt P]

Do you mind if I impose that beast on you for the duration of the visit home? Is there anything you want from back there, aside from a decent cup of tea?

[Louis D]

In the brief interlude between trouble and not, thanks very much for the Christmas of the old country. I'm headed back shortly, if you've got an overwhelming desire for Marmite, Cadbury's that doesn't taste of shite or a box of teabags, now's the time to tell me.

[Cat C]

You make it to Russia yet?

[Perry P]

I haven't seen your face lately.

[Locked to Misha B]
You have gone.