(M_T_H) Fit to be tied...
Continued from here
It's a long way up those seven flights that sepparate Sheila's appartment from Ash's, and Sheila walks them unsteadily, a bottle of tequila glued to her right hand, her eyes bleary and her temper
"His fault, my fault, our fault..."
It's everyone's fault.
"Tis time we settled accounts, Ashley."
Mostly the tequila's.
She knocks heavily on Ash's door, as if she could beat the demons out of the building.
It's a long way up those seven flights that sepparate Sheila's appartment from Ash's, and Sheila walks them unsteadily, a bottle of tequila glued to her right hand, her eyes bleary and her temper
"His fault, my fault, our fault..."
It's everyone's fault.
"Tis time we settled accounts, Ashley."
Mostly the tequila's.
She knocks heavily on Ash's door, as if she could beat the demons out of the building.