It was a slow quiet day at The Lucky Pawn as no one’s been coming in. Not even Bloody Mary popped on to disturb the peace. Until the shop bell rings and Jersey watches you coming in his shop. Standing upright, he smirked watching you coming up to the counter “What can I do for you? Looking to buy or pawn?” He has this amused smirk on his face, figuring you are either a fable here to get a loan or probably here here to start bitching about a stolen item in his store, which will be quick to deny that he has it. The way he sees it it’s not his problem if someone lifted your shit and pawned it here