“Okay, all that’s left is makeup and we’ve got to do something about your hair,” Becca says.Becca grabs her makeup bag while Kenzie gets a pai... of scissors, one of those hair bands. Andrew looks up at her with fear in his eyes. “Relax, I’m just going to trim it up a bit. It won’t look that much different.”He closes eyes. “Whatever…”She grabs a spray bottle and doses his hair and then goes to work trimming it. By the time she’s done, it looks vastly different. Adorable to say the least. His. It turned out that Red-Face was the shaman, and he told the story of the amazing magic cat hunt to the family group while we all tripped balls. Near the end, he was holding a cat skull over his head and shrieking like a tiger. He then proceeded to tell them all how he and Dirty held them off while I called down the thunder to kill them. I was quite impressed at how much of a hero he was. Mind you, I didn't understand a word, but its storytelling, and I knew the plot already. We drank a lot of. Walking down the street in a shitty part of town, blissed out of my mind on a violence high. I work at a strip club as a bouncer. I guess I might as well call it a whorehouse, since most of the chicks in that place sell the wares they show off in the club. Sal, the owner, is sorta their pimp. He knows what they do and provides a safe place to advertize and a steady stream of customers willing to pay well for some hot ass. Sal is hooked in with a few lower-level mob types, some of the same guys. When Rosy and George gave me that bit of film, Rosy told me that she had never spoken to the woman Clinton was with at the hotel."I turned to Leanne."You know you really didn't do a very good job of briefing her, did you, Leanne? I'm afraid your friend here elaborated just a little bit too much. Oh, and one other little thing: Rose and George adopted the twins about three years ago; they only had four children when they were in Bournemouth, Gina. Unfortunately one of their daughters takes after.