(05-18-2016, 07:11 PM)CBM97 Wrote: *stares at the trading-panties-lady* You, miss, are surely a passionate writer full of reserve. I envy your... *swings my hand making a circle* romantic view of the scene which makes it even more lively.
*gets up and walks in a manly way to Cuylie* But don't try to be too good with the boys, they tend to be... *looks at State* Wild when it comes to act with girls.
Watches the panties-losing-lady stride across the room with a predatory walk.
"Who says I'm only trying to be too good with the boys?"
My green eyes sparkle with a mischievous fire, losing the vague look that was their earlier, and I set the empty glass atop the counter top. With a toss of my head, my red mane tumbles over my shoulder and I lean, all too casually against the rail of the bar...
(05-18-2016, 10:21 PM)W1LL Wrote: Uh.. You want another whiskey coke? or you good *looks from the other side of the bar counter as Cuylie fall over*
And whats with all those papers?
....which is not there. With a little yelp, I tumble to the floor with a resounding thud. Sprawled on the ground in the most unladylike of fashions, I barely make out the laconic drawl of the bartender's question.
"Papers? My bane, 30 some odd creative writing essays from 17 year olds." I fumble for my glasses, lost somewhere on the floor, as I sit up, "As for another?" Grins, a little abashedly, "I would like another, but I think my daily 5 post limit is about to cut me off."