Jonathan Reznick-Quinn (rezidentsk8er) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-01-02 18:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | raquel, rez |
Sunday - March 9th, 2008
Who: Rez and Rocky
What: Drug Run!
When: Sunday Evening
Where: Onward to Boston!
Fucking A! It was time to go to Boston. He and Dizzy had killed the 8-ball last night and he sure as fuck wasn't going to make it through this week without a fix. He was on a binge and he had no intention of getting off any time soon. And Rocky? Seriously? He was a bit shocked that she wanted to ride with him to Boston to score some drugs. That was just crazy talk! But if the girl thought she could hang, then who was he to tell her no. She was cute, fun, and he had decided exactly what song she was. That was his thing right now. People were songs. Fisher had a song. Dizzy had a song. And now Rocky had one too.
He looked amazingly together when he walked into the lounge, all things considered. But that was probably because he was wearing sunglasses so no one could see just how fucked up his eyes were. He was still bruised all to hell, still had remnants of bite marks and scratch marks just visible beneath his clothes, but there was a skip in his step and a grin on his face as he made his way over to the redhead who he was still a little stunned had shown up.
"Rocky." He said her name sharply in her ear, her back having been turned towards him, just to get her attention. He then proceeded to wrap arms around her waist and swing her around before placing her back on her feet in front of him, hands moving to her hips. "Let's roll, Ginger Snap!" And being in the odd mood he was, he leaned in to nibble on her neck, getting into character a bit early, perhaps.