♪ Lyin' in a gutter eatin' Tootsie Rolls ♫ Who: Allison, Michael, 'n Anton What: victory drinks, or something Where: we'll start near/at the Hyperion When: after this and a fist-fight How: Language (duh), unfinished
Allison looked up at the sky trying to remember how to breathe between exhausted laughter bubbling over her lips.
She wiped blood from under her nose (smearing it across her cheek, really) and took Michael's offered hand up.