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"You've got to be kidding me." Naiami laughed, watching her friend try to stay on the bar stool. "I don't even drink and this isn't bothering me. You're such a lightweight!"
"Shaddup!" Sou'nela snapped, though there was no real trace of malice in her voice as she tried to punch her friend but missed.
"Annnnnd we have takeoff!" Church laughed, ignoring his panicking friends as he jumped off the cliff face with his hang glider.
No one would know it by first glace, but if given the right time and place, the men of Nameless could go from hooligans to gentlemen in the blink of an eye.
She would rather have a threesome with Chyme and Andalucia, turn Angela into a vampire, and burn down Nameless than tell anyone she had separation anxiety.
"I'm going to do an acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle if someone doesn't tell me why there's blood on my floor." Deviant growled as she glared at her employees.
Deviant could have sworn the flight attendant had a malicious glint in her eye as she walked down the isle.
Angela felt she was bland. Brown hair, brown eyes, normal height, she felt like nothing compared to the other women at Nameless.
Most people who saw her figured her to be a savage beast; a mindless, uncontrollable force of destruction but Valerie knew better. She knew that under all the snarls and anger lay a much gentler, passive side.
"Audience? What are you doing there, audience?" Angelo asked as he looked into the jar. Deviant only raised an eyebrow at the werewolf while her mother laughed.
"I haven't hear that in centuries. You used to watch Toby too, Angie?" Sahara asked between laughter. Angelo looked at her and smiled brightly.
"You know, if my hearing wasn't so good, I'd have bought you a microphone a while ago." Jeraldine said as she poked her smaller friend on the head. "You speak way too softly, Angie."
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