Rhiannon was lighting a cigarette but she did a quick-take on that revelation, the slayer's cupped hand glowing orange in the low light of the venue. "Jesus," she mumbled. "Do we have the same taste in lays? I mean, genitals aside?"
She pulled the cigarette from her lips and rubbed at her eyebrow.
"Because I can speak from experience, they're rarely so artistic in bed as they are with a pen in their hand."
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on 2013-10-14 01:48 am (UTC)She pulled the cigarette from her lips and rubbed at her eyebrow.
"Because I can speak from experience, they're rarely so artistic in bed as they are with a pen in their hand."