hooking up the ante
PK says a lot of things, so Gally really shouldn't be surprised when PK brushes up against him, wearing a suit that almost puts Gally's eyes out and a smirk on his face. Gally knows what that smirk means, and he scrubs his palms against his pants. "Wanna make 300 dollars, Gally?" PK asks, just low enough for Gally to hear and freeze in place. He glances at PK's face, licks at his lips.
