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Originally Posted by Psicosis
"Don't ever call me that again," was the only response that could be mustered.
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Then she walked in. Without a word she looked over at the dessert spread I had prepared, the shot glasses filled to the brim. She walked over to the desk, with a sachet that would make a priest head for confession. With a single motion, she threw the amber liquid between her ruby lips, and swallowed. Her tongue ran over her upper lip, absorbing the last traces of the scotch.
"Your a friend of the Walker boys, too.", she said, looking out the window at the streetlights.