[ First his eyes settle on Saif, then on the contents of his wallet. What does he say first? That he won't sell him drugs (inside this bar), that he won't do him any 'favors', that he's not in the mood to tell stories about his trade secrets? He could always be upfront about the fact that he did make rent and was, in fact, being full of shit.
Nah. He shows his hand, palm up. Hand it over, son, let's see who's calling whose bluff first. ]
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Nah. He shows his hand, palm up. Hand it over, son, let's see who's calling whose bluff first. ]