10-29-2007, 03:49 AM
The rusty haired and apparently shoe less young man could only roll his eyes, leaning further into the wall in an attempt to blend into the shadows and escape; making it all the more glaringly obvious he wasn't exactly a willing participant (as if no one couldn't already see the 'screw you' plastered on his forehead and peeking out between the bangs).
"I've only one question, this thing have booze?"
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