are you still here

How dare you, she's supposed to recruit you for the Playstation/Xbox wars.

"If you did, that's countdown to Snorian right there, innit?" because she had no idea where you lived but sure as hell not in Edgewater… right?

And if you knew Tommy Three-Fingers (formerly Four-Fingers, before the fuck-up with Logan) that gave her some suggestion towards you not exactly being an alley-crawling junkie or john… but she's been wrong before.

"Alright alright chill, Crossfit Jesus…" her laugh led her out of the alley where another truly spooky and tall individual, hood raised and hands in pockets seemed to passively regard the both of them before shuffling off down the sideway the opposite way.

Because she was decidedly not reacting to the lift of your shirt. Normally that was done to display whatever iron was tucked in your beltline like you trusted arms manufacturers for flawless safeties, but you displayed a different weapon altogether.

"Inquisitor? Nah, just wanted to get a look for myself because I could scarcely believe it when I heard…" What, did you think you were the only one keeping tabs? To be clear she had no idea you bugged her car, but someone just slightly too put-together scoping Edgewater for a fix…

Small chance you were some fed. She hadn't completely eliminated that possibility, either.

"Well here's what's gonna happen, right? We get to the motel, I disavail you of that weapon after you get high and then pop some benzos and chill, get your life story, decide if you're going home tonight or if you don't really need those kidneys anyway."

looks in again

Reblogme wasn't made with hotlinking images in mind. It's not an image host. Neither was tumblr.
You should be downloading images and uploading them to proper image hosts instead of hotlinking. I can only imagine the amount of strain hyperchat would have if people used them as an image host for external sites.

They're not going to willfully being it back, and they shouldn't have to. They're a blog site. That's it.

reused

waits

Main Room
As surrender listens ti her Master talk to other Free about ... blue orbs look around ... leaning forward she presses palms to the floor moving legs to one side she pushes and lifts to her feet ... once there ... she strolls quietly about ... checking the house out ... silently she moves about watching the slaves...

Taking My seat with a brandy snifter of cognac.

Slips in and does a lil wolf whistle

Grins

the broken link/image

Enters the VIP Lounge,
pleased to see cutsteph was in before midnight.

Sending love, light, and prayers too for all three of you.

Yes of course Mistress sweetest of dreams

No
I will be sliding into Oour bed… and holding voda’s pillow until
she returns to me

Sweet dreams Mistress we will talk soon I am sure grins

May I help You to bed Mistress?

kneels

Thank you
Goodnight little one

looking in