how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
Well if it isn’t my two favorite men. It’s too bad I missed their little dick fight over who I liked more, I’d have loved to set the record straight. Comin in from an errand, I notice (and hear - not just cause of the earring, but cause of Hoa) the two of em and drop the parcel off with Mik, grab a quick pull of something easy to drink, and head over.
“An’ what are you two pretty ladies whisperin’ about?” I say as I pull up a chair and sit backwards in it, placing my glass on the table between them. As I sit down, arms flat across the top of the backrest, there’s abit of definitely a shit-eating grin on my face. I’m guessin’ they haven’t heard (and honestly, let’s keep the number who know small, yeah?) about my recent promotion and how their lot just got a whole hell of a lot easier.
“An’ what are you two pretty ladies whisperin’ about?” I say as I pull up a chair and sit backwards in it, placing my glass on the table between them. As I sit down, arms flat across the top of the backrest, there’s a
