You knew better. You knew better then to go get involved with somebody like Marty Kanker a wolf in sheeps clothing that only brought chaos and violence wherever he went. The lights of the dive bar were dim tonight as the blue haired male perched by his usual spot of the pool table. He offered you a lopsided grin as he leisurely sipped on a beer, eyeing you with that one good brown eye of his...something in your gut told you to stay away but a part of you drawn in like a moth to a flame