WHO:
breakhisknees and
insinerationWHERE: ANOTHER GODDAMN SKEEVY BAR
WHEN: Saturday night? THAT WAS WHEN I FIRST WROTE THIS UP setine don't kill me
WARNINGS: leah pukes on everything; nobody is surprised
SUMMARY: THIRD LOG IN THE LAST TWO MONTHS WHERE LUST AND SOME RANDOM DUDE ACCIDENTALLY MEET UP IN A BAR BECAUSE SHE'S CREEPING ON PEOPLE OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY
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still, he has to be an import with that phantom of the opera bullshit going on! or something. she takes a sip of her drink so she has an excuse to grimace, then smiles at him.]
I could always be waiting for someone, you know.
[god if only Knives were still around so this was a plausible excuse]
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[she shrugs and turns to face him, unabashedly studying his face with an expression of mild interest.]
Of course, it could simply be that I'm not interested. Women sometimes drink alone, these days. [WOW THAT WORDING ISN'T SUGGESTIVE OF NOT BEING FROM 2011, SHUT UP]
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