((He is from the TV series, not the book of similar name!))
He wanders in, a little bleery and hung over. He might only stand four and a half feet tall, but you'd never know it by the way he moves -- doesn't matter if he's baffled by the sights or out of his element, he owns the room when he walks in.
He settles into his jacket by tugging on the
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Why's the money all in ones?
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He smirked at Ian's question. "Because of where I'm going with it."
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*raises an eyebrow* A national tour of laundromats? Vending machine dealer's convention? ...Vegas?
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He smirked. "Strip clubs."
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Ahhh. Good man. Redistribute that wealth and get good value for your money. *grins*
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He nodded and crossed his arms. "Yep. Your tax dollars at work, people."
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Just take my advice. Window-shop but do not buy. Even if you are in Vegas, marrying the evening's entertainment is a bad, bad idea. Voice of experience here.
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He laughed and pointed. "I don't believe in marriage. Ever," he noted. "So I hear you on that one."
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See, now that's where we differ. As far as I'm concerned, hope springs eternal on the matrimonial front. So does temporary insanity. I like to think of it as applied chaos theory.
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He laughed. "That I can get behind. Sure."
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Well, mathematics and linguistics, two complex disciplines, plus a disposition to partying hard when you're not working hard...I guess I better vote you for Ravenclaw.
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