Post by Asher Fenix on Nov 6, 2010 17:18:05 GMT -5
He walked up to the counter with each step in it own proper place, his inner demeanor as if he could own the place just by sneering at someone or smirking at another. But in reality his salary wouldn't quite dream of owning the place. The counter grew closer and closer and the erratic din of fingers of keyboards and typewriters made him almost believe that he could hear the secretaries and accountants crunching numbers in their heads. Needless to say he didn't quite want to think about anything except where he could squander all his cash at. He placed a single ivory hand upon the desk of the accountant and asked with a silver tongue. I believe there is a paycheck under the name of Asher, Fenix waiting to be withdrawn. So please can you give me my money so I can go spend it on booze and hookers and then probably drugs? He wasn't really going to do any of that, but he just wanted to see what the clerk would look like in response. He grabbed the pen chained to the counter and tore it out with a pluck of his hand. Yeah, imma need this too
