| So wat's yer name, kid? | Bottles Olivera... |
| You got a nick-name or was 'dat it? | *laughs* Like I'se gonna tell you me full name. Do I really look 'dat stupid? Christ, I hope not.... |
| Where you from, anyways? | *glances around* Heah - born and bred in Long Island. |
| Whadd'a yah look like? | *shrugs* *cocks an eyebrow* Myself. |
| Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics? | *shrugs* As if yah can't tell, my face is pretty scarred up from knife fights...that's wheah I get the nickname. *rolls his eyes* Darkness says it's cause I drink my weight in liquor, but it's really cause I'se infamous for usin' a broken glass bottle when I don't have a knife handy. |
| If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out? | *narrows his eyes* Why the hell you wanna know somethin' like 'dat, huh? *takes a step forward* You ain't related to Salvatore, is yah? |
| How'd you find 'da place? | *laughs* More like "how'd I find Darkness." See, she - well, she an' Ms. Littlefield - founded the girls place a while back. Couple 'a years ago I guess, now. The guys place has been heah since a lottah years before that; it's wheah she got the idea. *pauses* Wait, you didn't ask me about Darkness' place, did you? Oh...*is inwardly upset with himself because he's obviously unable to carry on a conversation without rambling into something about Darkness* |
| You drink, smoke, gamble...� | Yeah, Drink like a fish but don't get drunk. *shrugs* Like I said, I j'est can hold me liquor pretty well. Don't really smoke. As for gambling...*laughs* Oh the t'ings I can't tell you... |
| Related tah any'bady�we'd know? | Ahhhh I don't t'ink so. |
| Who's yah best friend? | *grins* Darkness...*hears yelling up the stairs - "In yah dreams, Olivera!" O.k. not really. But seriously, Runnah and Merlin - man, Arellano has really changed since Cat started comin round. |
| Got any woyds tah live by? | Mmm...well, let's just say that "don't depend on coffee to sober you up." Ever. Ever ever |