Iskra
He’s breathing heavily, which seems less out of exertion than sheer panic, as if lives are on the line for Bingo rather than mere pride and boasting. ”I’m glad you understand,” he huffs back, aware in that moment that he doesn’t understand shit, is only reacting and chasing a rope before it runs away simply because it is going. He’ll take this brief standoff as a chance to recover a touch.
The notion of a deal however, has him perking up. Although he sincerely doubts there’s any way to ensure she maintains a damn thing they agree to in this moment, utterly suspicious of this sudden refusal to continue to up the ante, he is still curious. ”I want you to stay with me for a week,” he blurts out, rather by accident as he tries to consider just what is it he wants. He could have gone for something cute, like a kiss, or silly, like a dare, but instead his inner thoughts found their window and promptly vaulted out of it.
The notion of a deal however, has him perking up. Although he sincerely doubts there’s any way to ensure she maintains a damn thing they agree to in this moment, utterly suspicious of this sudden refusal to continue to up the ante, he is still curious. ”I want you to stay with me for a week,” he blurts out, rather by accident as he tries to consider just what is it he wants. He could have gone for something cute, like a kiss, or silly, like a dare, but instead his inner thoughts found their window and promptly vaulted out of it.
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.—we gon' do this shit again
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniel's got a history
Everybody at the bar gettin' tipsy
