Post by Lip Dawson on Feb 23, 2012 16:27:15 GMT -5
Lip was out of a little out of breath by the time he made it into the pub, the newly scored coin bag jangled in his pocket as he slowed down. He had lost the group chasing him a few blocks down, but kept going for good measure. He leaned over bracing his hands on his knees as he waiting for his heart rate to slow down and his breathing to go back to normal. He rubbed his jaw where the bruise was forming quickly, a small grin coming to his lips when he felt the bit of tenderness there.