...but i did get my hand molested by an old scottish guy who bought me a drink! :D
How's about a better play-by-play of my birthday than drunken ramblings?
First off, Mondays are not big nights in Scotland. Wednesday to Sunday, man, you can't find an un-packed bar in town, but Mondays? Taaaame. Which is just how i like it. I've never been a person
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Misha was torn between being amazed and appalled. The fish nets made his legs seem paler, and the knee-high boots It'll be harder to turn your ankle made them look longer. Without a corset he didn't have curves, per se, but the fake tits disguised the width of his shoulders and accented the narrowness of his waist which was being tightly hugged by the leather of his skirt. His face, however, was the most shocking; the eyeliner made his eyes look impossibly blue, mascara made his eyelashes impossibly thick and long. His lips were painted a slick, cinnamon red shocking against the pale skin of his face. The wig fell about his shoulders in coppery-red waves, and Misha couldn't help reaching up to touch it.
"Wow, Misha," Danneel said, looking him up and down, "you don't make a bad girl"
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FISH NETS. FISH NETS! *DIES*
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