mm_j (mm_j) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-05-04 16:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | isabella, kate, seamus |
Mini Multi-pup; Tuesday; All over the City at various times. OTA and MW!
Isabella was in Sanctuary Tuesday night with a bunch of her girls wearing a peach dress, strappy heels, and so drunk that she was contemplating taking up smoking. She was having an amazing time, though, which was all thanks to the chemical alteration of alcohol, but that was okay. A good time was a good time, right? And she needed a good time right now like she needed nothing else. Thankfully she was a pretty classy drunk, so if tales of her shenanigans reached Micah he wouldn't have to be embarassed.
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Seamus stood at the bar in the Lamb, leaning over a bit as a regular named Mac told him all about how is ex wife used to pose naked for him.
"I gots a whole calendar a nothin' but her titties, son. That was back in the day when titties were nice and real." He cupped his hands in the air to demonstrate, to which Seamus earnestly nodded.
"Fuckin' A," he said, looking impressed. "Did ya hear that?" he asked the guy sitting next to Mac. "A whole bloody calendar of World War II era tits. They should put that shit in a museum or somethin'."
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Kate sat in the mocha with a pair of black framed reading glasses perched on her nose while she glared at her lap top. All the work she did last week, all the research concerning cancer, was being discarded for another project to cure FRECKLES.
FRECKLES.