07-11-2019, 11:43 PM
He hated fucking Americans with those shit-eating grins and redneck pussy accents. Ryker turned to the man in green, staring flatly at the poor imitation of a proper toast. It was easy to dismiss him, but Mikhail was giving him the long-eye, which meant either the kid had poor taste or it was a shitty first-impression. Given he was in a good enough of a mood, he was inclined to give the idiot a second chance. The flimsy stemware in his hand did not help the impression of stupid, but to each their own.
Hand on his thigh, he let his knees fall open as he laid back against the rail. "You two shared the awkward exchange of names yet? Or still calling each other cute nicknames?"
This was sure to be a hell of a night.
Hand on his thigh, he let his knees fall open as he laid back against the rail. "You two shared the awkward exchange of names yet? Or still calling each other cute nicknames?"
This was sure to be a hell of a night.