Scott could hear arguing downstairs, [color=Lime]"Shit, I give em one lousy beer, and they're already at each others throats."[/color]
He turned his head to say something,  but from his peripheral vision, his eye saw a twinkle of sparkly.
Scott pushed the ajar door open the rest if the way, looked like some sort of bedroom.
He started rummaging thru jewelry boxes, and drawers, anything that looked like a buck, he took and shoved into his pockets.
Scott found what he assumed was a lighter from maybe the thirties or fourties, [color=Lime]"Should be worth at least, five bucks."[/color]