( his own glass emptied, it dangles there by the tips of his fingers, legs bent at the knee, staring off ahead and yet at nothing in particular. just... sitting. )
I think you've just been dying to use that lasso on me.
( and so she strung him and his car up in a net. )
no subject
I think you've just been dying to use that lasso on me.
( and so she strung him and his car up in a net. )