Glance 295

[venomouselle]

I'll be damned. Budd's gone. And here I was thinking he was hiding out in the liquor cabinet again. He crawled out of here, quiet as a church mouse

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[lastpunchline]

Who the fuck is Budd?

[venomouselle]

A former associate and acquaintance who bit the big one, came here and did absolutely nothing. ...Disappointing little shit.

[lastpunchline]

Fuck him, then. Raid his place then meet me. I'll cover a round.

[venomouselle]

Why wait? Party now, work later. His garbage isn't going anywhere.

Sees the thread above;

[lastpunchline]

Good. No need to cry over losers, right? If you bring your nightmare, though, I'm not paying for him.

Sees the thread above;

[venomouselle]

I never cry. You are right, no need anyway. The nightmare can fend for himself. He's a big boy. You'll give him a complex if word gets out he's mine.

[lastpunchline]

Beer or something harder? I'd bring you a cigar but I'm not going to lie, I like the look of your lips around a cigarette.

[venomouselle]

Harder is your thing, huh? There are few things my lips don't look good doing. They're decent considering the rest of me. So, what kind do you smoke?

[lastpunchline]

Depends on the day.

I'll bet that, Elle.

I smoke what I can get. Found a box of Romeo and Juliet's here. Worst thing that happened in 1959 was Communism on that island.

[venomouselle]

Beer's an old standard, hard liquor for me today.

What's a celebration without cigars? I'll bring the cigarettes anyway.

[lastpunchline]

Either way.

[venomouselle]

You win?

[lastpunchline]

And you do.

[venomouselle]

Sounds like a pleasant arrangement.