Walkin' down the my street

[Oriena]

She stood by the open door, hands on hips, the picture of impatience as he burst out laughing; finally putting two and two together and revelling in the understanding. Then he spoke of a nearby bar like she didn't even know her own fucking neighbourhood, but she chose to shrug that off too, and led the way herself -- throwing out her name like an unimportant scrap, with a wicked twist of her lips.

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Edited by Oriena, Feb 5 2018, 06:32 PM.