Cody rubs the back of his neck, working out some of the kinks from a very unfortunate nap at the wrong angle. He manages to work out a few satisfying cracks before finding his seat.
"Not a bad place," he says aloud, looking the selection over for a moment, "Hell of a lot better than prison food, at least. What's the strongest drink you guys have on hand?"
He looks down at himself as an extremely audible growl rumbles up out of his stomach.
"Come to think of it, I could use something to eat, too. It doesn't cost anything, does it?"
Cody Travers | Final Fight/Street Fighter
Cody rubs the back of his neck, working out some of the kinks from a very unfortunate nap at the wrong angle. He manages to work out a few satisfying cracks before finding his seat.
"Not a bad place," he says aloud, looking the selection over for a moment, "Hell of a lot better than prison food, at least. What's the strongest drink you guys have on hand?"
He looks down at himself as an extremely audible growl rumbles up out of his stomach.
"Come to think of it, I could use something to eat, too. It doesn't cost anything, does it?"