Nose. Spite. Face.

Author: tryclide

Date: November 29, 2004

by tryclide
11-29-04
In a club, somewhere...
Hello there.
Hello indeed...
A few minutes later, things appear to be going well..
Well, how about a drink then?
Oh, I see! You expect me to slowly buy your affection, like some kind of twisted, drawn out prostitution! Well, you can forget about it! Come crawling back when you stop digging for gold!!
...do you reckon I could still get her number?