Hey, Vergie. You wanna fight me? Quit actin' like a coward and tell me where the hell you are. Makes all our lives that much easier.

[At DMC, with his feet kicked up on the desk per usual with a motorcycle magazine spread open, eyes shut. This whole thing with Lady...he was confused as hell. And worried what she'd do to him once she snapped out of it. Not that it wasn't great or anything, to be honest, it was fucking amazing. He just didn't want to get shot anytime soon. ( Read more... )

First entry after my semi-hiatus. Yay.

Anyway, I'm not going to believe that idiot is Verge. No way, no how. Sure, he's got the look and style down, but...I can't (and won't) believe that scumbag is my twin. Nuh-uh.