NOTE: Sal is we_standalone and is used with love and knowledge of his mun.

“I hate men.” Channing spat the second the door opened.

“Course…so naturally, you haul ass to Testosterone Central.”“Eat me.” She snarled, stalking straight past Sal and into the rundown house he shared with his bandmates. The ramshackle two story abode just off the Strip was a rental ( Read more... )