For Sale or Trade...or you can just HAVE it : One stupid coat my Ex left.

[open_flame]

You need a coat?

Here you go. One very expensive vintage style RAF wool greatcoat. Only worn a few times. Freshly dry cleaned. May have essence of lying, cheating, control-freak asshole left on it, but you could probably take it to some kind of hippie dippie new ager to get rid of that. In fact, I think my new boss does that. It kinda still smells like my Ex a little bit, but that tends to make people a little more sexually loose than they normally would be, so I guess that's a bonus. All depends on how you look at it.

-Features-
100% Wool. I know this for a fact. I tried to burn one once and it burnt just like wool does. Well, Blood covered wool, but that wasn't this coat. It was a different one. Anyway, trust me I know how stuff burns, and this is wool. Promise.

Durability Great. As long as you're not getting burned, stabbed, shot at, or blown up. Normal people don't do that right?

Pockets. Lots of 'em. The guy kept so much shit in his pockets. Pockets are empty now, though. So you can put your own shit in there. Might be some of these weird candies in there. Jelly babies or something. I don't even know where he gets them. They suck. They're not even chocolate.

Stylish. You know, if you're into looking like you fell out of World War II and are too hung up on the past to realize it's 2010 and it's time to get a coat that makes you look normal.

Buttons. Yeah, it's got those too.

Size. I donno, Lying Bastard Sized? Biggish, I guess. He's tall and kinda broad chested and a little bit muscley, but not too muscley with nice strong arms and gorgeous eyes and....NO! Never mind! *checks the tag* It's a large...yeah, just...size Large. Fucking...Large. That's it.

Anyway....

Give me a sandwich for it. A cigarette. A cup of coffee. It can be COLD coffee, I don't mind. Hell, have it. Take it. Just get it out of my sight.

Sale is Final. If you don't like the coat... I don't want it back. Give it to your brother or something. Let the dog sleep on it. Let the cat have babies on it. I don't care.

Come by the Gallery and get it. I'm not leaving it at my place anymore. Sick of looking at it.

Thanks.



Oh, yeah...Picture. This is the only one I have of someone wearing it, but it'll do.



I promised him I'd never show anyone this picture, but he made lots of promises he never kept either, so there. Turnabout is fair play and all that shit.

You could punch the guy if you see him, too. He deserves it. Trust me. In fact, that would make excellent payment for said coat. One sucker punch to the face for Captain Jack Harkness.