[Past] Ninety-Nine Bottles of....One Bottle of Bad Whiskey

[font=Arial, serif]Ruth snickered, whether it was true or not didn’t enter his mind. Who the fuck hurled flowers at the enemy anyway? He might have taken a jab at the Stoner, but even she had some offensive skills to bring her own mayhem, placid and ‘gentle’ as she was. Then his jaw was caught by an unusually gentle hand, given the size of the koss. Hazy blue hues found the mans, Ruth’s lips curling into a smirk with the gesture. [/font]

[font=Arial, serif]He continued to grin, widening at some points. “You’ll be what you want, just saying my company could make it a more enjoyable time, for both of us.” He flashed his best wink, brows wiggling some before he laughed. “See all that patter you just said. That’s what I meant by grumpy. Too gods damn serious, live a bit, man.”[/font]

[font=Arial, serif]And without asking, Ruth swooped in to take advantage of the closeness. His hands reached out, feet pushed him up and off his seat with Shaw along with him, smacking on a hard snog before pulling away. “Sorry, was fuckin’ too tempting. Your lips are pretty when they move,” he’d snicker, hands dropping the grip of the collar and dropping his ass back into his seat with a cackle of laughter. “You can’t fault me for my boldness, Kossy.”
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