RIGBY
Rigby stops mid bite as she waves him over, the hair on the back of his neck rising at the familiar voice. Not of fear really, but of dread. He could walk out right now, back into the night, but if he remembered right she was partial to chasing. He switched his gaze between the shuffling cards and the other patrons, the bartender that eyed him expectantly. He took a deep, annoyed breath, and finished his crunch.
Boredly he trudged over to her table, ragged shirt hung off his shoulder as he slumped down into the chair opposite her. Dark curls hung in his face as he glared at her, then he placed the apple core on the table. He chewed at the apple skin still in his teeth, flashing her a sarcastic sharp toothed grin that absolutely screamed fuck you. He thought briefly he might be able to take advantage of the situation, win something off her while she drank away.
"What's the game princess," he drawled, in his low rumbling tone far too old for his face.
Boredly he trudged over to her table, ragged shirt hung off his shoulder as he slumped down into the chair opposite her. Dark curls hung in his face as he glared at her, then he placed the apple core on the table. He chewed at the apple skin still in his teeth, flashing her a sarcastic sharp toothed grin that absolutely screamed fuck you. He thought briefly he might be able to take advantage of the situation, win something off her while she drank away.
"What's the game princess," he drawled, in his low rumbling tone far too old for his face.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
