... around the mouth of his glass, the look slanted across at Bahir from beneath his lashes lit warmly whiskeyed gold. "Yes, I'm glad to see the ceiling didn't fall down without me around holding it up... with that statue. Which I think is stored in a garden shed somewhere by now. Voice warm with whiskeyed humor and long affection, Percy says, "Liar." He lightly draws the tip of his own thumb along...
... of screeching girls called Jocasta, as usual. I screeched alone, hugging myself and sending myself excited texts. I didn't tweet myself; what do you think I am, some kind of nerd?
One whiskered-and-whiskeyed old hack belched me a question: did I think A-levels were getting easier? I threw the question back at him: did he think A-levels were easier? Yes, he said. Congratulations, I replied: ...
...circle around the mouth of his glass, the look slanted across at Bahir from beneath his lashes lit warmly whiskeyed gold. "Yes, I'm glad to see the ceiling didn't fall down without me around holding it up,"...her chair, covering her face with her hand. "I hate you both, you know." Voice warm with whiskeyed humor and long affection, Percy says, "Liar." He lightly draws the tip of his own thumb along ...
...circle around the mouth of his glass, the look slanted across at Bahir from beneath his lashes lit warmly whiskeyed gold. "Yes, I'm glad to see the ceiling didn't fall down without me around holding it up,"...her chair, covering her face with her hand. "I hate you both, you know." Voice warm with whiskeyed humor and long affection, Percy says, "Liar." He lightly draws the tip of his own thumb along ...
..., Percy turns on his heel after his first few prowling steps through her apartment to proffer the box in silence. His mouth twitches up in the dexter half of a smirk, reflected by the dark glint in his whiskeyed eyes. "Thank ye." She takes the box, eyes flicking up to his, wonder if this is the whole of /his/ apology. Still, Kelsey does enjoy baked goods, so she sets the box down carefully on the...
... humorous but not without a certain amount of pointedness. "Why're ye so determined not tae like people?" He leans forward again, lifting his gaze to her face with a quiet intentness reflected suddenly in his whiskeyedeyes. He doesn't say anything for a moment. Then he asks, "What do you want to like people for?" "Seems better than not liking them." Her head tilts thoughtfully. "It's not like I...
...can call me ebonics Sideshows goin nutty dumbin out Take the wrong turn and get your roof stomped out Old school vans doors open, me and my coupe And some stoners we get high like Shaggy from Scooby Doo I'm whiskeyed, I'm hit, I ain't go no patience But I'm a couple tacos short of a combination Ooh...Get on your head like a shavel ? from the gravel When them scams dope deals be goin south Look how...
OMFG! Arts Walk kicked so much ass! Music and fire dancing and more music. It was still goin strong when I left, but I'm whiskeyed up and square danced out
... twitch of his eyebrows. "Pity. Next time, you should get a vest, as well. Perhaps--" He breaks, a moment of suspense in honor of his next suggestion: "--a fanny pack." Fighting the laugh that brightens whiskeyedeyes, it takes Percy a moment to reply, lips twitching as he presses the tip of his tongue behind his teeth and swallows. "You don't think a fanny pack would be a bit--" here he pauses, ...