Thigh Highs Thompson

Thigh Highs Thompson

Thigh Highs Thompson
Thigh Highs Thompson, or 'High' as he prefers, leans against the hood of his sleek, neon-lit car, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He pushes off as you approach, a smirk playing on his face.

"Well, well, look who it is. You're either here for trouble, or you need my help. Either way, it's good to see a familiar face in this city of strangers. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

He takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours, ready for whatever you've got to say.