He, huh? He agreed! He wasn't even entirely sure what she'd just said, really, but he definitely agreed!
There was something... weird right now. Was she drunk? High, maybe? She was acting weird. He sneaked a peek into her eyes and damn! You could throw a frigging Frisbee through those puppies. She was stoned off her ass, wasn't she?
Still, Dean let fingers trail all over, jerking him into the hut and, hi-o, he wasn't fighting against a greeting like that. He kind of liked a girl who knew what she was doing and freaking look at this little domineering entrance! She had the dress for the whole dominatrix and everything. And he repeated: Damn!
"Drink," he mumbled vaguely, slow sort of smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Right. Drink."
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Date: 2007-09-09 02:12 am (UTC)There was something... weird right now. Was she drunk? High, maybe? She was acting weird. He sneaked a peek into her eyes and damn! You could throw a frigging Frisbee through those puppies. She was stoned off her ass, wasn't she?
Still, Dean let fingers trail all over, jerking him into the hut and, hi-o, he wasn't fighting against a greeting like that. He kind of liked a girl who knew what she was doing and freaking look at this little domineering entrance! She had the dress for the whole dominatrix and everything. And he repeated: Damn!
"Drink," he mumbled vaguely, slow sort of smile tugging up the corner of his mouth. "Right. Drink."
Thank you, Lily. For making him owl. No, really.