Rock And Roll Boy
Three Thousand Club
(No worries, Puddin'.)
Gemma seemed to play this idea in her head for a while, seeming transfixed by it. She nodded quickly, bringing her bag up onto their table, squashing her pizza. She searched through it, pulling out a small wad of cash. "This is how much I've got. About... thirty bucks. Enough for a bus, or a train, without a doubt, but not enough for a hotel or any decent accommodations". Setting the bag back on the ground, Gemma sighed, softly, at her squashed pizza. "Too bad. If only it was my mother's brain that went splat instead of my beautiful pizza".
Gemma seemed to play this idea in her head for a while, seeming transfixed by it. She nodded quickly, bringing her bag up onto their table, squashing her pizza. She searched through it, pulling out a small wad of cash. "This is how much I've got. About... thirty bucks. Enough for a bus, or a train, without a doubt, but not enough for a hotel or any decent accommodations". Setting the bag back on the ground, Gemma sighed, softly, at her squashed pizza. "Too bad. If only it was my mother's brain that went splat instead of my beautiful pizza".