Phoebe
"Actually I recall you saying you were actually going to try at the wedding. Good lie that one." she said dryly, thanking the bartender quietly as she was handed her hot drink. She didn't know what it was, but it was some kind of mulled liquor, and from the smell of it it could put hair on the back of anyone. But at this point she didn't care. She just needed something to take the edge off of the pounding headache that was her dearly beloved.
Or whatever the hell this ill-tempered growth was she was now attached to.
She startled a bit when he grabbed her hand, and she glared at him one she came down from the momentary shock "Let go of me!" she huffed in irritation, not aware what it was that the ring did quite yet, never having really put two and two together.
Or whatever the hell this ill-tempered growth was she was now attached to.
She startled a bit when he grabbed her hand, and she glared at him one she came down from the momentary shock "Let go of me!" she huffed in irritation, not aware what it was that the ring did quite yet, never having really put two and two together.
loving you was the most exquisite
form of self destruction
form of self destruction
