I leaned in closer. "Hm well I haven't heard of you. Are you sure you're not as drunk as me?" I teased. "If what you are saying is true then what are you doing here?"
"It's better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission."
"Sometimes it's best to leap before you look."
Formerly known as FlowerPower ^_^ (Until TheClosetKidnapper decided to go psycho)
as she leans in instict takes over. i lean over the table and kiss her. when i pull away, she looks surprised. "im not that drunk yeat." i say smiling. "and im the 99th heir to the throne, so im not that well known. but my fathers always trying to hook me up with girls." i sigh.
Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys, make some noise!
I walk into the club wearing only a blue bikini top and faded blue short shorts ,her hair , dark blonde going down to just past her waist, i walk over to the bar and order a martini and two beers, i pay for it and ask the bartender to bring it over to my tabel , i walk of and sit at a empty table...
Let the past live behind you not with you ,let the present live with you not behind you.
As I lean in close Araki surprises me by kissing me. In the distance I can hear the door opening. "I should have known it was coming sooner or later. Just look at me." I flipped my hair mockingly and his eyes followed. "Well now I guess you can tell your father there's no need for that." I winked. "What about that girl that left?" I questioned, gesturing to the bathroom. "You seemed like a 'thing'."
"It's better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission."
"Sometimes it's best to leap before you look."
Formerly known as FlowerPower ^_^ (Until TheClosetKidnapper decided to go psycho)
"Usually women say you're what?" The music in the club was loud, and I could barely hear the conversation I was eavesdropping on. The two were totally into each other, getting really flirty--but hey, it was better than watching my friend trying to order a drink in a language he hadn't mastered yet. "What was the end of that?"
"I see," I said, forcing myself to smile back. He seemed like a cocky type, which drove me nuts, but I decided to give him a chance. "I'm Sunny, by the way."
Sam walks into the club, looks around, and finds a place to sit somewhere. She's about 5'8" slender, with long black hair, with only a touch of curl. She glances around, then settles in to watch the room.
There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world. — Terry Pratchett
