So wat's yer name, kid?	*flashes a charming grin* Wat's yers?
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Sky - short for Sky-High. Care to find out why?
Where you from, anyways?	All over. But mostly heah, in Long Island. Spent some time everywheah t'ough.
Whadd'a yah look like?	Oh I don't know...stunning violet-blue eyes, messy brown hair, a body like a Greek statue...your average guy. *smirks*
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	Well ahh...Sev tells me she ain't nevah seen no one wit eyes like mine.
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat�would fall out?	I don't think you'se really wanna know. *pauses, raises a thoughtful eyebrow, then says* Or maybe you do. But odds are, yah don't.
How'd you find 'da place?	*sighs* I needed a place to stay. Women's bedrooms don't work real well during the day. *grins* But I've got my own place now - I rent the apartment on the top of 'dis buildin
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	I drink up life and gamble with love. That's got to count for something. *winks*
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	Oh, I've got a cousin runnin' round in Bensonhurst - Pockets, yah know her? *grins* Don't hold me responsible for her.
Who's yah best friend?	*gives you an odd glance* Friend? *shrugs* Friends are few and far between now a days, but....Bottles and Runner. They're as close as they come. And...Seven. *glances down at his feet* From Bensonhurst.
Got any woyds tah live by?	Mah daddy always said there is only one time in a mans life he should be in a hurry, and that's when the cops are comin up tha stairs.