Caritas | Wednesday
It was getting to the point that even Tino was starting to look a little good to Nathan. What in the fuck was going on here? When that thought first impeded, Nathan punched himself in the face and banished Tino to the stock room.
Now, he was gulping down Irish whiskey and glaring at the band because they were taking turns looking at him like he was dinner and not the...there was no good kind with them! Ugh, gross.
Nathan kept drinking and wondered how in the fuck he was gonna get this feeling to go the fuck away.
Now, he was gulping down Irish whiskey and glaring at the band because they were taking turns looking at him like he was dinner and not the...there was no good kind with them! Ugh, gross.
Nathan kept drinking and wondered how in the fuck he was gonna get this feeling to go the fuck away.