I’m not an artist I’m a fucking work of art
”Maybe he will, but I ain’t countin’ on it. Boy’s got a head full of sand,” Jack muttered, snorting and shaking his head. Raza was a wise woman and he knew that already, but her preemptive decision not to provoke a rant from him brought a smirk to his lips. He did her the grace of stumbling a bit as she pushed him (the woman was worth her weight in gold, he swore it), and nodded his acquiescence.
”It’s a date,” he drawled, offering her a lazy salute before stepping away towards the dock. A shower with company sounded better, in his opinion, but he had little doubt that he could find some of that even before he went to visit Raza again that evening.
~FIN
”It’s a date,” he drawled, offering her a lazy salute before stepping away towards the dock. A shower with company sounded better, in his opinion, but he had little doubt that he could find some of that even before he went to visit Raza again that evening.
~FIN
