#ciscotorres

Sitting in his seat at the bar, Malachi couldn’t help but note the other. How could he not? He had a rugged look about him, one that was almost unkempt - though he was sure that the other did keep up with his hygiene - and he had a feeling that perhaps that guy might enjoy the treatment that he gave to his partners. “You there,” Malachi started, moving to gesture in his direction. “Come here... Tell me your name and tell me... there things you don’t like having done to you?”