Jan 08, 2009 12:31
Fuck, you're a hard man aren't you Gravel? Christ. Fucking Major Seven. No regrets, Bill.
[Private to Bridget Jones]
Bridget, this ain't going to work. I have only one way of thinking about things, you know, and usually that means the people I get close to get killed. I'm sorry for leading you on, you're a nice girl and I'm a bastard and I know it. You're looking for more than just sex and it wouldn't be fair of me to pretend I can give you anything like that. Thanks for the interest all the same.
[/private]
I'm back, in case anybody was wondering. Doubtful. At least I brought some things with me this time.
Time for some Johnnie Walker. And this time I don't want company unless you're bringing more booze.
Don't try out your new powers on the magician, eh? I'm not in the mood.
[ooc: strikes are private/unhackable/warded as well. Have at.]
definitely not angsting,
makes the girls cry,
drinking makes everything better,
more alcohol is needed,
fuck fuck fuck,
curse: unaffected,
flashy pyrotechnics