from mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
"Moaning? Who's moaning?" James chirped as he stepped back. Drenched to the bone, for his clothes provided absolutely no protection against the elements, the snake's smile was nonetheless sunny if not slightly expectant as the door finally opened. Letting go entirely the ruse of this being his wagon, James stepped in and let his eyes peer about. "Has anyone ever told you it's bigger on the inside?" He asked almost conversationally as he glanced around. Trailing his hand over one of the counters, his fingers danced along as if of their own accord, darting and homing in on anything he might be able to pick up.
"Ooh a bed. Love me a good bed." He trilled, striding immediately towards it and leaving a line of wet in his wake.
"Not much of a talker, are you?"
"Ooh a bed. Love me a good bed." He trilled, striding immediately towards it and leaving a line of wet in his wake.
"Not much of a talker, are you?"
heavy into everything
