“Bleh. Spare me.” Maddy reached for his mug of beer and drank the top third, wiping her mouth when she’d had her fill. The tip of her nose had gotten damp, but she refused to dry that off and look like a dummy. She set it back before him. “You look…”
She glanced up and down.
“More or less the same.”
So long had passed since he called on her that Maddy feared he was dead and rotting in the room he rented, with an alley cat eating his face. Her key turned in the door of the room, and then she heard it… the high-pitched whinnying sound of Mary-Frances in the throes of…
Maddy pricked her thumb on the dart she still held. Yuck.
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on 2014-04-19 09:00 pm (UTC)She glanced up and down.
“More or less the same.”
So long had passed since he called on her that Maddy feared he was dead and rotting in the room he rented, with an alley cat eating his face. Her key turned in the door of the room, and then she heard it… the high-pitched whinnying sound of Mary-Frances in the throes of…
Maddy pricked her thumb on the dart she still held. Yuck.