The Wasted

[f l i g h t.]

[[ My aunt just got the job as Manager at a boutique called "Francesca's" xD ]]

[btw, i never replied to that: That's pretty darn AWESOME.]

[[ 'Course it is. xD And that store rocks my socks. It's not just clothes and bleh, but they have fake mustaches! Makes me so happy. *Wipes fake tear from eye* And other coolio stuff. ]]

Asper chuckled and walked over to Dairon, eying him indiscriminately. "Can I ride you?" She asked suddenly, still stroking the sniffling Charles the Tenth.

[dmlp]

Tuckr looked at the sandwitch. "I don't really know..." he grinned.

[Veins Of Opal]

"Errm, why?" Dairon questioned, tilting his head and cautiously eyeing the girl and her albino rat. He brushed his blondish hair behind his pointed ear, folding his arms across his bare chest.

[Falls]

Francesca arched an eyebrow. ''That's a bit... gross. So you just pulled it out of the fridge?''

[dmlp]

Tucker laughed "No, I made it myself but i donno what kind of lunch meat or cheese is in it, i didn't pay attention."

[Falls]

Francesca nodded. ''Oh... I guess that's not so bad. But still...'' She trailed off there.

[dmlp]

Tucker laughed "so, I don't believe i ever cought your name sweet cheeks." he smirked.

[Falls]

Francesca reached up and put a hand on her cheek, confused. ''Sweet? How can cheeks be sweet? Is dat an American thing?''

[dmlp]

Tucker laughed "It's a completment...although last i said it i got slapped across the face...........good times." tucker chuckled, his emerald green eyes studying her.

[Falls]

Francesca dropped her hand and looked down at the floor, embarassed. ''Oh...'' She peered back up at him through her ragged bangs. ''I don't slap. Waste of energy. I kiss. It's a lot more fun dat way.''