| Ladies, You Are Warned (tag: Bast) |
[21 Aug 2008|12:41pm] |
Whistling, Bes ran his palms across the top of his head, smoothing the hairs in place. He winked at his reflection in the bathroom cabinet, flinging his pointer fingers at the handsome dude in the mirror, thumbs up, gunslinger style.
"Hot, baby! Yes indeedy!"
His shirt was clean and wrinkle free, as wrinkle free as a t-shirt could stay. It portrayed a high ball glass and a bottle of booze, with the snarky tag line "Let me fill you up, Baby!" A small diamond earring twinkled in each ear. Bes liked jewelry, but not the overly ostentatious stuff "gangstas" liked to wear. He did have taste, unlike those over the top, cool, tough boy wannabees.
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