Wrong Kind of Thirst

"Hey, I use him for all the wild dangerous shit you can think of too. But when I'm sat about not doing anything...he's cooler than a lighter." He shrugged, then turned an affectionate smile towards Coffee. "Sides, he likes it. When he doesn't get to blow fire for a bit, it gets all hot and bothered in his head." Adam did not explain how he knew this, just scritching Coffee's chin. He took the smoke back and took a drag. "A party with just two people ain't a party. But I'll hang out with you. If you can find something interesting to do in the next ten minutes." Challenged issued he grinned and sat back. adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave