hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you
lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
Flora knew how to throw a party, that much was for sure.
George sauntered into the Hanged Man, fashionably late, to find the party well underway. He also found that he knew hardly anyone in attendance. His eyes skimmed over the crowd to findEleftheria at the bar alone, so he began to make his way over to them, admiring the beautiful women and handsome men in attendance as he ambled across to the bar. On his way, he stopped to write his name on a slip of paper - since he liked to collect things and what the hell, right? - and grab a drink from a tray.
Sidling up to El, George offered a crooked grin. "Hello, love," he said, leaning heavily against the bar facing the rest of the room. He looked for Flora and found her, waiting until he could catch her eye to raise his glass in a silent toast. Then, he turned his attention back to El. "Enjoying the party?"
George sauntered into the Hanged Man, fashionably late, to find the party well underway. He also found that he knew hardly anyone in attendance. His eyes skimmed over the crowd to find
Sidling up to El, George offered a crooked grin. "Hello, love," he said, leaning heavily against the bar facing the rest of the room. He looked for Flora and found her, waiting until he could catch her eye to raise his glass in a silent toast. Then, he turned his attention back to El. "Enjoying the party?"
George
