There really wasn't much that could pull Chester out of his current train of thought, but if there was anything it was definitely the woman that stopped in front of him.
All thoughts of Bess and the fucker she was with left his mind in a second. Her peacock costume paled in comparison to the one in front of him and this woman was asking about (referring to, all the same really) his bone. Turning around a pick up line that was sure to get him slapped if he were to ever use it. Chester's lips turned up into a smirk. You really couldn't beat that.
"I don't know, doll, what makes you think I want to show you my bone?" he said quirking his brow. "I don't show just anyone."
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