"Fuck you both," she glares. "If you guys don't mind sharing then I guess it's better to kill two birds with one stone..."
_____________________________________________________
Meanwhile with the others.
Ootori was giggly madly to himself while Saeki, being the nice guy he was, was helping him sit up straight.
Akutsu sighs and drops his cigarette on the nearest ashtray. He downs a glass of vodka in one gulp and taps Alarice on the shoulder.
"You comin' or what?" he asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
