Who Cameron & Cross
What Getting Shitfaced
When Thursday Evening
Where The Lantern
Status In Progress
Rating R? Cross has the mouth of a sailor and blunt as cow shit.



Looking down at her phone she'd nod to herself as she shifted to slide it back into her back pocket once she had got the last message. Good thing he wanted to meet there, because that is where she already was. Things had been quiet on her end, which made for some pretty dull times as well. Of course there was plenty going on over at the strip club, and she'd keep her eye on those girls when she was working as best she could. Still didn't manage to get her into the same mood that fucking some poor guy's face up could.

Cross was sitting towards the back of the establishment tonight, a little more quiet back there and up until the spur of the moment decision to get shitfaced with him tonight, this seemed like the place to be. Legs clad in black leather stretched out beneath the table as she sat back in the chair now. Curious eyes glanced around from time to time as she seen a few faces that were familiar, but no one worth her time at the moment. Thick lips curled into a smile at the thought as she brought that pint to her lips and waited for Cameron to show.